it’s nice to meet you today
a day like any other day, @mmkyung ⋆ ━━━
short fingernails curl into the pile of paperwork crammed into her arms. an embrace often seldom had is now reserved for the hordes of papers and the like that saetbyeol never tires of. surely, she could have been done with them with a flick of her wrist but alas, saetbyeol had never been the type to rely on magic in such a way. such is the fate of one who had lived without magic for some time before magic had become something so prevalent to her.
( now it was her life, her calling as her past professors would say )
she thinks back to a younger time, of bustling skirts and knee-high socks, adolescence bliss galore and realizes, perhaps, she’s always been like this. only now she was knee-length skirts that slit mid-way and motherly smiles that fit awkwardly on a youthful face. and at twenty-seven, nothing really changes; not the way she bats her eyes at the way the sun turns to dusk nor the way the moon shines brightly as she gazes through the eye of her telescope.
nor the clumsiness of a four-year old that clings to brittle bones and barely-there muscle, necessary to help her stand alert and attentive; there to stop her from falling when the slightest push could give way. but like a leaf in the wind, saetbyeol flutters, and her lithe form gives way as a horde of students traipse past. like a mere billow’s breath, she clutches her barings, eyes closed as she prepares her fall -- in one, two, three?
the scatter of papers are heard, a hurricane of sounds that deafen her ears until she realizes the absence of pain.
what?