#jouxan

[vartouhix-archive-blog]

The princess lowered herself to sit on the bank of a small creek, propping up one ankle on the other leg's knee. The corners of her lips turned down, brows creasing as her nose scrunched in a slight grimace. The bottoms of her feet were black with grime from the city streets--again. Blood was smeared across the foot she was examining, and it still seeped out slowly from the gash going from the inner curve of her heel up across the center of her foot. "Careless," she muttered quietly to herself, shaking her head at her own idiocy. Just an hour and a half earlier, she hadn't paid attention for one moment, distracted by the smell of food wafting from a kiosk, and she'd stepped right on top of the jagged end of a broken beer bottle.

Limping all the way to the park hadn't been fun, but it had been necessary. She couldn't afford to fly herself out to the park that extended back into woods. In the interest of not being discovered for what she really was, she'd opted to take her time about walking there. The amount of people milling about had dwindled on the way there as the sun went down, which she found a bit odd. Normally the city was still pretty lively at night, but tonight it seemed the full moon shooed everyone away into their homes. Meanwhile here she was, forced to remain out in the chilly night air so she could patch herself up before she could try to scout out a place to sneak into.

Carefully, she dipped her feet into the water, starting off with trying to rub away all the dirt from them. Vartouhi couldn't attempt to heal herself until the task was done, or she might seal dirt into the wound and cause it to get infected. She hissed at the sting when her fingers wiped at the area around the wound, and tried to go a little more slowly and carefully. With a sigh, she mused that at least the park at night almost guaranteed her privacy and safety. Almost.

[minxgear]

O juliet

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

There’s always a spark within Minseok upon encountering strangers, a subtle blaze of embers char against his heart, both admiration and captivation swirled into one another, fatal emotions bearing the probability to be nurtured into something more, but he has fallen for the little things and the big things far too often that the sensation is extinguished in a bubblegum beat of a moment. It’s in that glimmer of a second, a little sooner than a blink to be noticed, that swift exchange of eye contact, that Minseok feels it, that horrifyingly familiar feeling of being enthralled in another’s existence. A flicker of curiosity — what his name could be, what his hobbies are, the scent that lingers on his skin — it’s merely in that heartbeat that the influx of emotion fills his cup that’s already too full, and at the rim, it overflows, and Minseok’s fingers are stretched too wide to seize what he can. Yet it’s only so brief, so brief that when his eyelashes flutter, so does the sensation, and he reckons that there’s both beauty and tragedy in this reflex, but Minseok's gaze falters as the figure disappears amidst the ocean of others, the infatuation however, simmers into nothing more than a rivulet of steam.

[seungjunz-blog]

★

As with the last, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you, but I feel as if we would get along swimmingly. Perhaps because we have the same interests, or maybe because I can feel your vibe, but please — do come around more often.