#gryffirene

[slythksoo-blog]

don't chase the rabbit! 🐰

summer before 5th year

the pads of kyungsoo’s fingers ran over the bumps and crevices of the rose colored metal, and he brought it up closer in his line of vision to study the details that were put into this piece of jewelry. he hadn’t thought of this idea until his grandmother mentioned it, a comment to make joohyun ‘feel like royalty,’ but he didn’t expect his grandmother to take the saying literally and encourage him to choose a design in the shape of a tiara. it was simple, with enough diamonds on it to be sophisticated and not flashy, which was along the lines of kyungsoo’s style as well.

“it barely fits my fingers.” he commented, sliding it on until it stopped at his lowest joint. he knew that the ring was not for him, but he couldn’t help but try. “how will joohyun be able to wear it?”

“believe me, i have been doing this for far too long to make a mistake. she’s still growing, just like how you are too.” his grandmother’s fingers reached over to run through the dark strands of his hair, newly cut and easier for the older woman to play with. she was always more affectionate than his own parents; kyungsoo was used to shying away from physical contact, but grown to like it when it was her.

but his brows still knitted together as he swam in his thoughts. “she likes sports more than i do, and she’s going to try out for the quidditch team this year. it would probably be hard for her to wear while she’s riding on her broomstick.” kyungsoo placed the ring down on the table, preventing himself from adding any more fingerprints onto the smooth surface. “i am worried that she might lose it, or that it might break.”

“then i have an idea for her to keep it safe.” a flick of her wand later, and a gold chain that matched the ring fluttered in between them. ah, so maybe not on her finger then, but around her neck. the ring was held up, and the chain threaded through the opening before placing itself in kyungsoo’s hands. “this would be a good way to solve the issue.” with a smile, she glanced at the clock and flicked her wand again to clean everything up. “now go, she’s coming soon.”

he smiled back at her and bowed politely. “thank you, grandmother.”

she shook her head and gestured him closer. “no no, for something like this, you have to come here for a hug.”

an hour filled with anticipation and worry later, kyungsoo changed into something nicer for joohyun and her family’s arrival. with their parents occupied in the dining hall, he escorted the gryffindor outside in the garden, surrounded by the rose bushes and rustling leaves. “i have something for you.” kyungsoo held onto joohyun’s open hand then, and slid on the ring without the chain onto her finger. his grandmother was right after all, a perfect fit, and he smiled warmly at his fiancee.

[slythksoo-blog]

when joohyun told kyungsoo something he would have never expected, certain surprising information that seemed to be also recent for her, made his stone face show an expression that he hadn’t often. sharing what she chose to do about the information followed, along with a request of sorts from him, and a meet up for later. 

ever so punctual, he arrived at the specified place. it was after the hours the area would expect their usual crowd, but enough away from people that made him weary that his touch was always on his wand. “joohyun?” he muttered softly, in case there were others around. other feelings were kept hidden behind his mask. 

[ @gryffirene ]

[slyxng-blog]

♫ + yirene

Ocean by Coasts ( ♫ )

And from the tips of your fingersDown to the soles of your feetA glimmer in your skinThat I can't believe

yixing toys with the idea of a soulmate.

the waves tickle his feet; he sits far enough that only his feet get wet. irene has always been the type to dive in. little snakes lick at his heels, and they never pull her under. the promise of a better tomorrow never quite reaches his head, and sinks back, and returns, ebbing and flowing and never quite forming long enough to last. he watches her with his elbows in the sand, enjoying warmth that can’t be found in the north, but not warm enough that he’d mind not having an umbrella of some sort above his head.

he doesn’t know what time it is.he doesn’t know what day it is.and this is okay.

this must be contentment: acceptance that things are what they are, and not wanting to be anywhere or any-when else. not with anyone else, either.

irene runs out of the water and falls on him, and drags him down; his back stings from the force of it. salt of the earth on the tip of tongue and the edges of her mouth, and light of the world in the smile that follows. yixing is not afraid with her. he can’t be.

“hi.”

she kisses him again. “hi.”

“ready to go back?” yixing doesn’t mind the sand in his hair when she runs her fingers through it, as if meaning to pick out all the grains she placed there herself. she looks at him with all the affection in the world, and yixing doesn’t mind her foolishness, and kisses her for it, fingers playing and tracing at the small dip of her spine.

“do we have to?”

“mm.” this time, she kisses him before he can answer. “stay like this, then.”

irene rests her head on his chest, wet hair brushing against his collarbone. everything fits, all to the tips of his fingers settling on the back of her hand, and her toes sinking right beside his heels. so yixing toys with the idea of a soulmate, and a lost piece. jagged edges only cut. he cannot be made whole with another — but she has helped him, and that’s enough.

soulmates are stupid, he decides then, and almost tells her about it. yixing didn’t want to know his; if his other half wasn’t irene, then he didn’t want it. he wanted none of it.

speculation had no space between them: so close, and so warm, and home.

yixing closes his eyes in the safety of it.yixing opens his eyes to the emptiness of a room.

[slyxng-blog]

tuberose ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tuberose: Dangerous Pleasure

“let’s run away.”

yixing must not be the first to say this. perhaps irene has said it herself, to others; maybe she’s heard it from other people too. yixing also isn’t the type of person to propose any idea that includes escaping responsibilities, and trading comfort and surety for adventure and uncertainty. freedom is a dangerous thing.

but it’s a new morning, and this was only supposed to be a weekend getaway, impulsive. yixing had meant for it to be a goodbye for the two of them. something nice to remember him by. it caused him a few galleons, and more than his fair share of haggling for a lower price and better quality.

his offer is one that’s whispered in the space between them, under luxurious sheets, blinds pulled up. everything is warm, and good, and full of promise.

“that’d be nice.” another breath, and she’s closer. he thinks, maybe, if they aren’t both laid bare, he might have picked her up and carried her away, luggage and wand and all. he gets as far as holding her closer. yixing’s palm rests at irene’s shoulder blade, fingers tracing patterns onto it, earning him a soft, appreciative hum. “where would we go?”

“south.”

she laughs, then. “like birds?”

what an odd thing to think; he smiles anyway. “i suppose.” he cranes his head down a little, just a bit, not even an inch, and inhales; her hair tickles his nose, and she moves slightly beside him when he lets out an equally deep exhale. “somewhere nice. brazil, maybe. we can take a look at some dragons.”

“dangerous.” it’s not caution in her voice; it’s excitement. “and?”

“then…spain. we can throw tomatoes at people in august.”

“how medieval,” she laughs again. he can feel it against his chest.

“you never know — it might be oddly therapeutic.” he pulls away just enough to touch the tip of his nose with hers, and smile again. “then we’ll travel everywhere, and come back here, and everyone will have gotten over it.”

something like doubt crosses her face; something like fear, and uncertainty; but her spirit is too strong for it, and she believes him, and has all the courage in the world to trust him.

“that would be nice.” it isn’t a yes. it’s a wish; they both know that it is. she closes her eyes, and rests her forehead against him again. “tell me more.”

yixing knows that she will never say yes. not to him. he’s given irene every reason not to, and he has only himself to blame. it’s tempting, though, and to drown in the dream is pleasure enough. so he humours her, and closes his eyes, too.

slowly, his words die: something like an unsaid goodbye, softly, cruelly, mumbled in the early day.

[soliosxghni-blog]

catch me if you can.

@gryffirene

The shrill sound of the school bell jolts him awake from his half-asleep state, indicating the end of today’s class for History of Magic. He’s glad that it’s the last class for him and he’ll have plenty free period later once he’s done with prefect duty. Not that he’ll spend his free time relaxing, like a seventh student can even think about it when N.E.W.T is approaching.

That’s why he intends to finish his responsibilities as a Prefect quickly, possibly sobbing when he opens his Advanced Potion-Making textbook first before actually try to learn something. Long limbs strides in a quick paced steps, moving hurriedly as fast as they could without having to run inside the Castle’s hallway. His eyes spots the familiar figure in the small distance and the towering male pick up his pace even more until he’s almost caught up with her. 

“Irene!” His deep baritone voice competing against the loud chatters of the other students in the hallway, trying to go through the crowd without accidentally pushing or hurting anyone around him. “Excuse me, please make a way--I’m a Prefect, please--ah, thank you!” He politely says to a small crowd of fourth year students, smiling and nodding gratefully when they gave him a way through. 

Completely caught up with the person he’s close with since they’re children, he even his steps with the shorter female and slowing his walking speed. They got out from the same class, how come she went way ahead of him already. No wonder that she’s chosen as Gryffindor’s seeker...

“Wait for me! Geez, I thought we agreed to patrol together today?” He puckers his lips into a small pout, already whining to Irene. Old habits die hard, no matter how old he’ll be, he’ll always show Irene his childish side he normally hide from anyone else. 

[profksj-blog]

do you love silas?

of course i do, he’s my brother.

[profksj-blog]

out of all your siblings, pseudo-siblings and pseudo-children (but not your actual children), who is your favourite?

maybe cody because he’s a little pitiful. i try not to play favourites, and if i do, it never remains the same. just -- whoever is trying their best at being...the best person they can be? so...at the moment it would be you, ms. bae, if you count yourself as one of my ‘pseudo-children’ -- you’re practically part of the family, after all! so is krystal, if she decides to drop by during the holidays ( tell her to drop by, won’t you? ) -- and...hm...yixing, perhaps, if he can get his name out of the nasty rumours i’ve heard about him. i’m naturally biased towards silas and sage, of course, but i can’t let them know that. i can’t let them slack off!