⌜ * . ❛ @lcvefools / STARTER !
she knows her brother as something of an irreplaceable dawn ; daybreak in vibrancy & creation. she’d travel the world to watch him rise and can’t imagine living in one without. she’s a temperamental fool and she knows it. it’ll be the death of her — the death of them, maybe — but she’s no pliable slab. kaolin clay marks the shell of her, and she’s more than certain sejun isn’t ready to watch her break just yet. no. she’ll fix this. she isn’t exactly sure quite how, but she will. she has to. that’s how this always goes, isn’t it ? act recklessly, repent blindly. it’s a system she’s grown accustomed to, and it’s one she means to follow.
junhee lets herself into his studio just as she would any other day, a plastic bag of takeout in hand and an expression entirely unrevealing. her tone feels harsh / clanging against the tension that hangs between them. but she ignores it, words leaving before any possible protest could occur :
❛ so what’re we cookin’ today, huh ? ❜
