#lcsflcurs

[moxle]

dancing with the devil

with my high heels on @lcsflcurs

it was clear to everyone that the girl wasn’t really a huge fan of events such as these. even at a young age when she was forced to tag along with her mother to earn some recognition as the daughter of a former royal, she always disliked having to be in a big, poofy dress in comparison to her much casual attire. she hated the idea of having to act proper for show whilst surrounded by billions of people who will do nothing good by just gossiping and whispering about business that wasn’t theirs. in general, the whole getup of a ball was not particularly something she’d be excited for. 

yet, she’s here anyway. not because she wants to, obviously. mainly because she’s kind of obligated to go. sure, there would be familiar faces who would help make the experience less painful than it already is and there would also be drinks that ahyoung would look forward to. but the main reason why ahyoung was here tonight to begin with was because she had to do the bare minimum to impress the queen if she didn’t want to get the crown, yet also want to stay away from her mother as long as possible. 

she stays close to the wall, watching as everyone gets closer to the center or even around it to have fun amongst each other. they would be talking and dancing and doing all sorts of intriguing activities that ahyoung wasn’t sure if she wanted to take part in in hopes of not having to yawn constantly. she wished jun and nabi were here. either one of them would help make the experience less dull for her. 

as she looks around, she spots a familiar face of someone she wasn’t particularly fond of. that being said, despite her disdain for the other, she’d be lying if she said he didn’t look at all remotely attractive at all, let alone all cleaned up for this event. she was aware of how charming the other could be in more ways than one and just looking at him while thinking of that made her blood boil. how foolish of her to have even been seduced by the likes of him. just the thought of it makes her so... 

she should look away. if she stares for too long, he’ll notice and she’d rather him not bother her at all. she instead decides to gulp down the wine in her glass so that she would not have to think at all. if she’s lucky, maybe she’ll be able to have some fun at the party on her own... but that also means she’ll need to leave her comfy spot at the wall to go to the table and get more. pain. 

[mccnprsm]

💐 ( habin to aeri )

Aeri is speechless. She wants to thank him, but can't bring herself to say a word. Instead, the things she longs to say get stuck in her throat and Aeri feels her blood rush up to her face. "Oh no." She groaned aloud, turning around swiftly to hide her face behind the bouquet. "How embarrassing!"

As an idol, this was far from the first gift of flowers she'd received. The same could be said about the cups of coffee the barista prepared for her each morning. But for some reason, the reactions were still all the same: flushed faced, giddy, and full of butterflies.

She hated that when all she wanted to do was show her gratitude for the other, Aeri could only stutter and hide.

SEND A SYMBOL FOR...

[moxle]

what’s their love language? ( fuchsia )

character development questions!

though she currently has no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship (mun note: *cough cough* unless *cough cough*), one thing that will manage to make her feel loved is receiving quality time. she doesn't always admit it, given she likes to be very prideful and seen as "confident" and "independent", but the girl appreciates it most when a person she cares about spends time with her. it was how she was raised after all: surrounded by her father and his friends who would often play with her and make her feel safe. almost as if she belonged with them.

in terms of giving, her love language is physical touch. it's not entirely because of her adventurous spirit wanting to expand her sex life, though. even with people who she doesn't sleep with, she'd like to make sure they would feel welcome and appreciated by her by giving them a hug, pat on the back, or on the head (especially seen more with her suseong quidditch teammates). she shows most of her affections through her actions than her words. it's a way to let them know that she wants to get closer to them as a friend and have a fulfilling bond with them, regardless of any differences.

[moxle]

what a waste of a lovely day

i’m frankly feeling nothing.... it could be less than nothing. @lcsflcurs​

it’s her first time having to go out for important matters, but she was responsible enough to confront issues that concerned her. she’s been to this cafe a couple of times on her own for some light reading and even just to drink a simple cup of tea as she enjoyed the outdoor scenery by herself. but with how she raised herself and how she behaved around others in the past, this was her first official time meeting someone here... that wasn’t related to her. 

in all honesty, she did not really want to attend this meeting even if she did mostly arrange it herself. she found it quite peculiar, as she felt that it should’ve been his responsibility as the future duke of his estate... but no matter. this could give jia the opportunity to show her diligence and responsibility to see if that would somehow appeal to her fiancé in any way. it didn’t matter if she liked him or not. so long as he’s willing to take her as his bride is all that mattered to her. 

after all... it’s the least she could do for her family. it’s the least she can do for jinghe. she sighed to herself. breathe in... breathe out... you are xu jia. you got this. 

she takes another sip of her drink, looking over at the clock that hung in the shop to indicate the time... he was still not here. she thought that when she had given him a time to meet at the cafe that he’d at least be here five minutes prior. she made sure to be here at least ten, even just so she could avoid any mishaps on the carriage ride there. the nerve... she was all dressed up in her most sophisticated dress and he wasn’t even here to see her in all her light. it made her wonder if he’s even willing to take this seriously or not. was she just some game to him? was he just willing to take advantage of her urgency to make this engagement work or—

her thoughts are interrupted as she hears the door of the cafe open, a familiar boy around her age storming in as if he was in a hurry. at least he made an attempt to get here on time, she’ll give him that. still... said attempt was not enough. not to mention, he did not look at all presentable at all. if anything, she felt a little embarrassed over the fact that she was all cleaned up while he... looked like that. 

“ah... your grace,” she calls out to him to grab his attention. there was a polite smile for a second, but it slowly drops. “you’re late,” she says quite coldly. “but i’m glad you could make it. have a seat. we can start our discussion once the both of us are situated.” 

[mccnprsm]

🤥 ( sieon to jiyeon )

it was always like this with sieon. she couldn't explain why, but anytime she was left to face her true feelings towards him, jiyeon could never bring herself to just tell him. instead, she could only start stupid, petty arguments in an attempt to steer the topic far, far away.

"he's just some random guy at the bar, there's no need to get jealous over nothing." lies. her words were toxic and she knew it. there was something to get jealous over— it was her intention, after all. hidden beneath her actions, jiyeon was testing the other in the most childish way in the book.

how much do you really like me? do you even have feelings for me, still, or is this truly one sided?

jiyeon was too prideful to ask the questions she truly desired the answers to, afraid that she would get rejected, and that sieon would leave her side for good. if friends were all they would ever be (albeit, the lines crossing into something more were a bit blurry) then she would take what she could get.

"it's not like we're dating anymore." her words were quietly uttered under breath, followed by an exasperated sigh. the conversation was sobering her up way too fast and she needed another drink.