#hxryung

[prkkjmn]

I won. Now I go on hiatus until when ever I decide I miss this place. Bye bye Athole.

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[prkkjmn]

YOUR name is Athole

/panics; YOUR name is Hi, Ryung. 

[erosrse]

"Are you crazy?” [Could you please tag it so I find it when I get on again? Thank you!]

I'm not. [` well now that was uncalled for. he wasn't being that irrational. at least to him this was perfectly reasonable. what he observed during his time down here in Korea was that when men and women were out and about together they wore matching items to signify their relationship as lovers or spouses. she was a soon to be lover. sure the matching wedding bands weren't as fancy as he'd like them to be but she was only but two steps away from being his wife and bearing his children. there was no way he would let such a golden haired beauty pass him by without making her his own. hers was absolutely stunning as well. it was soft white gold with a ruby encrusted heart surrounding a flawless diamond in the center of it. the white gold was for the innocence and sense of naivete she gave him, the rubies for the lush pouty rouge lips she possessed that he'd fantasized about against his own full lips upon their first meeting just 2 hours prior and the diamond was for the traditional bride. what was there not to understand? did he do something wrong? human wedding traditions were so different than the gods on Olympus. long ago when he'd proposed to his love Psykhe, it was not nearly as complicated as this and not long after she was with his child. could things not go as simply as it did upon the great mountains? a small sigh left his lips at her clear dissatisfaction, a look crossing his gentle features that was a mix of hurt and slight frustration. though his tawny eyes were kind, his lips formed a small pout that only further accentuated his boyish features. ] Shall I change the ring for one more suited to your preference, my love?

[prkkjmn]

Sure it was. {/Pets his head.}

/he frowns towards you, making small hissing noises; I DID MY HAIR THIS MORNING

[heexchullie]

hxryung:

{/She smiles relieved when he says he remembered her.} Yes, unfortunately living out of country for a few years leaves you a little friendless. {/She pulls on her shoulders and tilts her head to the side.}

-Points the chair infront of him, smiling- Sit, I'm not allowed to bite -chuckles at his own joke- Ask for anything you want Hi~ryung, I invite.

[heexchullie]

{/Squinting her eyes together she sees a familiar face in the crowd at the café. A little unsure if she's allowed to approach him or not seeing as they only met once before Hi Ryung steps towards the male slowly before carefully speaking up.} Hi, I don't know if you remember me... But hi anyways.

-Heechul leaves his coffee over the table and looks up at the person talking to him. He looks at her face for a while before nodding to himself- I do remember you, Hi~Ryung. -looks around you trying to see if you came with someone- Are you alone?

[cseul]

Doing and Mwah

Doing: Three habits that I have.

Touching my hair.

Rubbing the back of my neck.

Tapping on the floor with my right foot.

Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.

I don't think there's anyone I actually want to kiss. Or hug. Or engage on any sort of physical interaction.

[cseul]

▒░ συтℓιиєѕ . ня☓ѕм

      Fingers clutching tightly the small bag she had brought from a small convinience store near the place she was residing in (the old lady that worked there was always nice to her, looking past the couple of won she never managed to fulfil from the final price of a couple of fruits and bread) and the tiny purse she had also managed to purchase earlier that day, —thanks to the small work she had managed to get in some rather shady place— the female walked peacefully to the shore of the Han River. It was a beautiful night, and the stars shone in a way that made the blonde smile. It was all fine.

That, until the familiar smell of magic came to her senses.

                                               run run run run run.

She was terrified. The fact that a part of her past ability to detect supernatural or magic users had remained even in her now human self was terrifying on its own. So Seulmi did what her brain, what her common sense told her: she ran. Feet stomping on the ground and the tight hold of one of the objects on her hands —her small purse— without even stopping to pick it up, she ran until her legs were shaking and barely holding her frame up.