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Flowers for your thoughts

[ Jonvgrey ]

Weddings were supposed to be the happiest days of a woman's life. Even back home they were these grand occasions, usually carefully organized with every fine detail thoroughly planned out in advance. Thus far it seemed that humans were no different. Well, except that bridezillas lurked behind the facade of a bushy-tailed, eager brides. Everything was fine until something didn't quite mash up with the vision the customer had in mind.

This particular bride had them reorder her base flowers twice just in the last week or so. Which was utterly insane, given that wedding was in a few hours. Thus, Lusine and her boss, along with a handful of other coworkers were several hours early trying to make sure every rose was in place inside the reception hall after they'd already completed decorating the church across town.

Humming softly to herself, the redhead fluttered from table to table, sticking baby's breath and flowers in wherever a centerpiece looked sparse and needed it. She wasn't really allowed to do orders anymore after she got walked all over, but she still had a knack for handling flowers. It was therapeutic in a way.

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( status : accepting )

Opinion on;

Character in general: Jonathan is a very interesting character that I’d really like to see more of. Even though I’ve been in the krp community for about three years now, this is the first time I’ve ever come across a colourblind muse. That, in itself, is unique (if only to me), and therefore I would love to see him grow and develop even more!

How they play them: I adore blogs who can go into so much depth without a tremendous amount of unnecessary fluff, and since I am someone who generally chooses to walk away from over extensive description and the like, I really like Jonathan and I’d love to see him on my dash more often than I. Just saying. ;;

The Mun: I’m afraid we haven’t talked much as of late! I believe the last we talked was over AIM around a week ago, and even then it was really only plotting. I think the mun is a true sweetheart though, and a wonderful person! I hope that we are able to talk more in the future.

Do I:

RP with them: We have a thread going currently! Though not quite developed yet (and I swear I’m working on my reply!) I am sure it will turn out to be quite lovely.

Want to RP with them: Of course, and you should too!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A+ muse. A+ mun. 100/10, would recommend. But in all seriousness, this is a wonderful muse that I would love to see more of, and I hope that Jonathan is able to expand and grow in his own way!

#jonvgrey #❯ ( ♚ ) ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ :: ɪɴᴀᴇʟ ➺ replies. ❮

—教える

It is with only a bucket’s worth of annoyance that he agrees to tutor his classmates. They’re all older - there’s only one other student his age in his year, and it’s his brother. It should follow that they’re of a higher cognitive level than he is, but...

He’s been asked to tutor those in the standard mathematics course. He passed standard mathematics two years ago and hasn’t looked back since. Despite the gap, the basics have not changed, and he remembers them well. It’s just the teaching part that he detests.

He’s a doer, a go-getter - an innovator, not a teacher. There’s a distinct difference between coming up with marketing strategies and parroting remedial information back to people that can’t understand it. So yeah, he’d prefer it if he didn’t have to do it. But after his counselor promised he’d get some community service hours for it, he couldn’t really see a reason to decline (other than it being a tremendous waste of time).

His first and third students are female and think he’s “cute” because he’s younger, but are genuinely interested in learning, and his second student is a guy that would much rather watch youtube videos and naver the answers to his worksheet questions than actually listen. And he’s just fine with that.

He has yet to meet his fourth, last, student. Their first session is today, during a mutual study hall period. Which happens to be now.

And he’s waiting, folder full of worksheets and assessments, with no kid in front of him. The eraser of his pencil hits the desk in a rhythm he can’t identify as being from anything he knows, the clock ticks on like his personal metronome, and his eyes remain locked on the door.

What a great first impression.

#( kaito )#( k ; oshieru )#( au ; high school )#jonvgrey #[ i hope this is okay! ]

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( ✉ jonny boy ) a re you still mad at me i’ll give you 2am coffee

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re - cycle

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The thirty seventh time he reincarnated, Chanyeol had been excited. His soul had finally, finally, settled in a male body he was pleased with. He had brown, light hair and soft doe eyes his mother would call pretty. He was born in the land of China, to a family of rice farmers with two more daughters.

In his previous life, he had been born a girl for the very first time, and he didn’t find the whole experience to be one of his favorites. Jonathan had been there in that lifetime, acting in as her charming prince. Chanyeol had changed his name to Sunghwa, and had flirted with half the court just to make Jonathan angry. She had wanted to be next Helen of Troy, but the plague had caught their kingdom much before she could even make her grand debut with war.

Now, Chanyeol’s bicycling down the neighborhood, aged twenty two and wondering when he’d meet Jonathan again. Where was his soul mate?

He dies, and reincarnates as a watch dog under a caring family of six. The kids pull at his ears and tails, and give him the biggest helpings of leftover beef. He passes away after fifteen human years to the soft cries of his grown owners scratching behind his big furry ears. Then, he’s born a famous soccer player in Argentina, and reaps under the attention of the entire world. His psychologist tells him he’s depressed, and Chanyeol ignores him as he wonders where Jonathan is. Had he been abandoned? His autopsy says his cause of death is overdose on heroine, and too many under the counter pills. Ironically, he’s born a drug lord in Italy after that and dies with a bullet to his head.

Now, he’s been born in South Korea, and Chanyeol feels at home for the first time after what seems like forever. He’s been reborn in the same body he had first died all those centuries ago, in the same land his soul had first been harvested. And for the first time in four lives, he sees Jonathan strolling down a park in Chanyeol’s neighborhood, and the anger catches him quick and hard.

“You son of a bitch!”

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text meme ----- send ✘ for an unsent text

[ ✉ ➥ ᴍsɢ﹕ jonathan ] you’re probably asleep but i’m feeling lonely.

[ ✉ ➥ ᴍsɢ﹕ jonathan ] wakkkkke up and keep me entertained?

Though Jongin didn’t like to be seen as needy, clingy, or desperate. His lips pressed together as he stared long and hard at his messages before swiping his thumb over the trashcan icon. Maybe another time but certainly not today.

[ ᴍsɢ(s) ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ]

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"I dunno man Heaven just seems boring. Sign me up for hell."

“Now that’s the spirit, bud!” Archie’s boisterous exclaim came with a poorly targeted clap against the other’s back, his grin growing with with the heavy thud. The simple comment invoked a budding excitement within Archie, as if the poor boy had been sitting still for the entirety of the day, merely waiting for things to get interesting.

“Who says hell is nothing but a fuck ton of pain and suffering?” He spoke animatedly, hands waving in the air like it gave assistance to shaping out his words. “Why not fuckin’ rock bands and crazy bonfires everywhere?”

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planes - jonathan & jongdae

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Sharp, grey bullets of rain pummel at the airport’s high roof without mercy, the sound echoing down the packed waiting rooms and ticket offices. There’s thousands of grumpy faces an squalling children and the blue-eyed, red-haired woman behind the counter that Jongdae is stood at is smiling at him carefully: he can see the strain in the corner of her painted red lips, and the way her eyes dart around the long queues around him where everyone’s asking for answers, just as Jongdae’s trying to. He sighs, shaking his head for a fourth time when he doesn’t quite catch what she’s saying. It’s not her fault and he knows that, but dammit, there’s just so much noise - that stupid rain constantly banging against the roof, the people all talking at once around him in their collectively monotonous buzzing of words he can’t comprehend, the call out repeatedly telling him his plane is delayed. He only wants to know why, and perhaps for how long, but she’s looking at him simply, shaking her head, her mouth wavering as if she wants to say something but doesn’t know how. “It’s... it.. the plane,” he attempts to make a plane motion with his hand, his English beginning to sound alien even to him under his heavy accent. “Where..” He trails off, fidgeting a little on the spot. “Why is it delayed?” He asks out in Korean, but the woman only stares back at him still, then comments that he should wait, their translator is busy but will be there shortly. His lips are close to pouting, and he’s about ready to thunder on out of here and walk back to Korea if he has to.

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