#kimtaeyeonia

[leexjinki-ia-blog]

"Hello and welcome to the academy," Taeyeon greeted with a polite smile.

Jinki glanced up from his book with a wide smile. A gentle hand closed the tattered cover as he stood, inclining his head to the other. “Thank. I’m Lee Jinki”

[tsukinoshou-ia]

Grow well, Hana! - *Shou + Taeyeon*

Insolitus academy is ginormous! It’s so open, but with lots of buildings and fun-looking things to do. There are many places to explore on the school’s grounds, but he also read somewhere that there was also a village and city nearby. The moon sprite couldn’t decide on what to do when there was an endless list of choices. The sun still hung in the sky when Shou exited his dormitory and was not to set for another hour or two. 

He passed by the other dormitories before his eyes landed on a house made of glass. Even in the distance, he could see a variety of plants in lots of colors inside. “Oh, is that a nursery?” The moon sprite never got the chance to visit a nursery back in Japan, so he hurried over to the plant-filled house to take a look for himself. Stepping inside, the first thing he noticed was that it was a bit warmer compared to outside and he licked his lips, now wishing he had some water with him. 

The closest bed of flowers contained purple flowers and he leaned to down to read what it was called. “Sapphire Flower, how pretty,” he said with a smile on his face. He turned around; ready to examine what else was inside the nursery when he sees a girl with blonde hair and a bag of seeds in her hands. “Oh hello! You must be here to see the pretty flowers of this nursery too, right?”

[ex-chaerin-ia]

Dark Wings •§• Chaerin&Taeyeon

Things had happened and details had changed. Well, it was more than just details getting shifted around these past few days. Everything about personality and sense of morals seemed to have shifted around radically ever since the day Chaerin had welcomed a demon to force darkness into her soul. The former guardian angel felt... detached from herself. It was like she was getting to know herself as a new person, because it really felt like there was another viewpoint that got cleaned up and brought out to her conscious. Out of the three angel friends there at Insolitus, Jieun had been first to go down the Dark angel's path first. Chaerin had pondered doing the same, but never thought she actually would have like she did. At the very least she was saving herself the trouble of being looked for by the higher ups for stealing back what she took initiative to keep. It was all really crazy when she reflected on the past few days. She'd literally tossed herself into a chaotic way to live her life, and it was so far from the peaceful happy one she'd imagined before. Maybe it was just confusion muddling her thoughts, but she just really needed someone to talk to. And who better than her only pure angel friend? Taeyeon, even though she was younger, had always been the shoulder Chaerin could lean on when she needed it. Today, she needed it. She needed to get all this weight off her shoulders. Not to mention, she really did need to tell the younger angel about her... new angel classification. That's why she was standing at Taeyeon's door with a bag of Oreo cookies. Well, at least she wasn't suddenly showing up with broken bones and bloody gashes like Jieun had when the news broke out. "Taeyeon?" Chaerin called out, knocking on the door with her knuckles several times. Hopefully she was in right now.

[doirnan-ia-hiatus]

Flowers in the Sun {Doirnan & Taeyeon}

A normal late Thursday afternoon. Most classes were still going but one particular male had a free day. The free hours normally filled up with extra study hours or school activities were now spend in the sun. As Mother’s call was too strong for the male to ignore, nor did he want to when he had taken a look outside. The weather was gentle, a soft breeze and a bright sun although it didn’t burn on the skin. How long had he been here? Hours probably, the sun was more orange than yellow, shadows fell different over his face. He didn’t mind it though, change happened oh so often. This change was nice, the passing of the day. A low satisfied hum left his throat as he looked right up. Green leaves of the trees growing inside the house, the branches reaching up high but they were hindered by the glass. Occasional flowers grew between the blocks of greens and browns. It looked lovely. So vivid within the natural light of the sun, before autumn arrived to blow the fresh colors away.

Doirnan took a deep breath. Oh how he loved this place. The smell of leaves, sweet aromas of the flowers bedding the banks on the side and the air damp from the sprinklers. This alone was a beauty to behold, a sight to never forget. For him, there was more. Whispers of love, whispers of satisfaction. Sing-sung voices and deep rumbles. The flowers, the trees, the plants. They talked and they sang. Nobody heard them but they didn’t do it to be heard. They did it because that’s how they expressed themselves. He was just a listener, laying on a bench hidden between the flowers. Listening to their voices as he done many times before. In times like this he was reminded of his childhood. Before things turned wrong. When he would lay down in the grass, inhaling the scent of roses and feeling the earth on his naked skin. A faint smile ghosted his expression. Yes, those days had been precious to him.

Whispers were exchanged in a faster way.  Someone had entered the greenhouse. One lazy eye opened and rolled to the side. He saw no one yet. The greenhouse was open for anyone to visit. Doirnan knew as much but he couldn’t put himself to get his shirt and shoes. Clothes were still a foreign concept for the Onodrim. His body system didn’t need the help of fabric to keep warm. Skin thick as bark and just as tough wouldn’t need protection of extra layers. No, he would be fine without. Yet it was the society who set the rules and he knew it. Blending in to keep people comfortable around his being. If he had to pants or a shirt to achieve it, he could deal with it.

Doirnan kept quiet as he listened to the footsteps. He wondered, would the other visitor find him lying in his spot or  look over him, ignorant to his existence. 

[labyrinth-min]

I REQUEST A LETTER FROM YOUR OOC TO MY OOC, PLEASE AND THANK YOU<3

Dear Mariko,

You are crazy. But so am I.

-Zeph.

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.

I’m kidding.

Dear Taeyeon,

We tend to lose contact, communicate, tinychat, you rolling on the floor, lose contact, communicate again, and yeah, I just wanted to remind you the rolling on the floor thing because it was hilarious.

I’m glad that even though we do sometimes don’t talk in a while, we can still be playful and crazy altogether whenever we stumble around (yah, use your fucking aim, kiddo). Also, you were one of the first people I’ve met since I started rp-ing, back back in the time of my first ever tumblr character, the time of wolves and awkward ducks… that are still awkward ducks, and the gayish umma that is still very much as gayish and some derps that even when aren’t here- I think, remain in the memory.

I hope your exams are over because we do have to tinychat right about now and this time I’ll also roll on the floor— possibly. You are very funny and fudge you, troll lol. But lively shares liveliness, and I always have an enjoyable time whenever we talk, followed with laughs and uh, more craziness. /o/

With a cup of coffee and a donut,Zeph,

lol

[krp-shoutouts]

SHoutout to Kimtaeyeon-ia Keep it pure girl keep it pure, Love your angel and is so great to see someone who's kept to their story line without diverting. We can learn from you and I can't wait to see where she goes :)

[ixtabsuho]

Welcome to Insolitus, sir. -politely nods her heads-

//nods in return// You seem like a cool cat, thank you.

[onodrim-taemin]

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

He hadn't intended to be sitting across from a very pretty angel, preparing to sing for her when he woke up this morning but when life gave you forced opportunities it would be foolish not to take them. Perhaps staying in bed would have been a better choice but he was in no position to back out now. Clearing his throat a little, he settled his eyes upon the female and smiled slightly. 

"What type of song would you like to hear first?"

It was a simple question but one that could easily take a long time due to the breadth and width of music available as well as the individual's personal tastes. Waiting patiently, the Onodrim settled back into his seat, mind flittering to and fro on various topics that were inconsequential. Would the Capulets and the Montagues see reason or would Romeo and Juliet go forth with their disastrous plans? One could end in irrevocable losses while the other could lead to a happy ending. He had a feeling the former would happen more than the latter however, given this tale was a tragedy. Why anyone thought Shakespeare's tale to be romantic was beyond him. Musing for a few moments longer, his attention snapped to the female across from him when she finally spoke.

"Maybe something from your homeland?"

Surprised by her choice but clearly delighted, he muttered a soft, "Alright" and took a second to think of what he wanted to sing. Immediately a childhood melody sprang forth and he cleared his throat one last time before opening his mouth to sing, rich voice filling the air around them. He hoped she enjoyed it.