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Seems like a hard time sleeping had Zora more willing to reach out..
[text] it's just been one of those restless nights for me.
[text] i hope I'm not disturbing you too much.
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@lcvemaz
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Seems like a hard time sleeping had Zora more willing to reach out..
[text] it's just been one of those restless nights for me.
[text] i hope I'm not disturbing you too much.
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“mhm. remember that.” a little teasing is inevitable, as is a cocky lift of his eyebrows. deft fingers fix up the clasp, positioning the brooch so its shine is on full display. “can’t have you going out looking like a mess, now can we?” logan’s sure that such an idea doesn’t exist in laurence’s book, but still. everything helps. his hands smooth over his lapels before doing the same with the shoulders of the other’s jacket. “better.”
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⊹˚. ♡ “i’m repeatedly stuck with you,” roll of her eyes pairs with the words falling from her lips. freya was far too tired for the constant back and forth at this point, no energy left. @lcvemaz liked for a starter.
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sunlight filtered lazily through the window, filtering lazily and lofty. as sungji lounged in the wingback, pporong curled sleepily at her feet, everything about the moment feels like a dream. soft, cloudy, fluffy and gauzy about its edges. she stares carefully, adoringly at the paper tucked gingerly between her fingertips. her grasp is gentle, as not to wrinkle at it's edges, yet with a firmness– as if to ensure it was tangible, real. when she wrote to tristan desroisers, there was no thought, no inkling in a million years that she would ever get a return response. looking back, there were few opportunity for sungji to share her interests. sure, there was her brother and sister in law, but they were both older and far too busy. dawoon, they shared so many interest, but after everything.. they lost touch. so, who else was there? well, no one. no one but herself. mostly she wrote. in her journals, aimlessly. so, sending off a fan letter to detail all of the ways that one musician's music makes her feel lighter, brighter... it just made sense. like how feeling a bit too much is okay sometimes. or how just breathing means that she is doing okay, it's okay to cry. like maybe finding some sliver of peace in the hurricane was the little bit of beauty she needed to get through troubled times. or that people taking advantage of your heart didn't mean you should shy away from being your true self. like maybe he was the spark that ignites her heart. yet here she was, sitting in the warmth of a sunny sunday afternoon, reading and re-reading the words casually scrawled onto the page. a response, to her words. she silently begged herself not to get her hopes up at the hand written note, pretending like the letter being a personal one and not a standard company reply wasn't anything that would float through her thoughts during the long hours at work or the late nights the moon kept her company when she couldn't sleep. before she knew it, she was penning another note.
to be honest, i wasn't expecting a reply. or, if i was, maybe it would be just some regulation thank you the company sends out to all the fanmail they recieve. i'm grateful in a way that's difficult to put into words. but, if my letter touched your heart even a fraction of how much your music has for me, then please know that i'm sending this letter with extra care.
i was struggling with something personal recently but this line stuck out to me. ❛ sometimes lies will try to tear us apart hardships will try to deceive us but just focus on me then in the darkness, just the two of us is enough in all these lies if we’re together, even an endless maze is paradise ❜ i often wonder if you know how meaningful these words were when you wrote them. your voice, it's a beacon on a stormy night that guides us all safely to shore. i hope that your lighthouse is shining brightly through the darkness to guide you safely as well.
sincerely, ju sungji
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Gambling isn’t allowed in South Korea and Jimin’s never showed an interest in it, even when he was visiting other cities or countries that had forms of it. But he’s pretty sure that he would have what they call “a good poker face”, given the fact that he’s had his fair share of weird cases and situations that Kingsman has roped him into. Take the mission that was assigned to him a couple of minutes ago.
Merlin had texted him to speak over video conference once he got into the office. Jimin closed his office door and connected with the quartermaster in London, who then passed him the information for the next mission.
“This is an unusual case Kumiho,” Merlin warned him as he folded his hands in front of him. “I’m afraid it will be you and Oenun on this one – it’s about time he got something new.” The quartermaster shared with him the information, regarding a band called Wilting Fires. “Their agency reached out to the police for help, but it seems that has been futile. There are some concerns that someone is after the band, perhaps planning to target a specific individual.”
“Not a saesang?”
“I, eh, pardon?” Merlin asked.
“Sorry Sir, it’s a term for an obsessive fan who stalks a celebrity,” Jimin explained. “Typically they go to all of the schedules, concerts, etc. and in some cases, they find where the celebrity lives and try to get their attention, in, well, unique and invasive ways.”
“The police dismissed this as nothing, which is why the band’s agency has turned to us,” Merlin explained. “Now I understand from some research that it is typical for the staff to have as few members of the opposite sex protecting the male members of a music group, so that’s why I’m sending you and Oenun in.”
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“I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say.”
@lcvemaz gets a little something for rowan.
Z is just kind of nodding along, tilting their head to the beat a bit idly. They’re listening, just kind of taking it in. Although maybe there’s just been a bit of exhaustion that’s catching up to them.
They’re not taking it out on Rowan though, they promised not to let it pour out too much.
“..This, this is pretty nice. I’m really liking this. Say, you think you there’s a solid spot for something.. caffeinated around here? I could maybe use a bit of a boost if I’m honest with you.“
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“Well, fair enough. Wouldn’t want to risk getting caught out there anyway. Might as well get comfortable here - to the best of our ability hm?“