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[iaediophilia]

Smitten Like a Kitten

Closed starter for @trashyxocs

Chaeyoung was sundresses and smiles, giggles and ice cream, happiness and love. She was knee high socks, lollipops, and sugar drops. She was the embodiment of darling, the definition of innocence, the icing on top of the cake of naïvety.

Vit was brooding and darkness, bared teeth and blades, snarls and blood. He was leather jackets, cigarette packets, and noisy rackets. He was the embodiment of despair, the definition of indurate, the icing on top of the cake of nefarious.

Chaeyoung had never met someone quite like Vit before in her life. He was nectarous, addicting, he made everything in her feel alive. Every time he was next to her she felt invincible, invulnerable, made of steel. She loved the way he made her heart race, the way he made her soul smile, the way she felt bound to him, irrevocably.

She adored the contrast between the two of them. She had the sweetness in her walk, the snapdragons in her hair, the salvific tone of her voice. Then him. Him. He had the scantness in his walk, the smoke in his hair, the saccharine deep of his voice. He had what she didn’t, and she clung to that more than she’d ever clung to anything in her entire life. Vit was her world, her soul, her heart. Her blood ran through her but pulsed his name with every heartbeat. Her bones quaked just thinking his name when she was alone. Everything she was, she gave to him.

Clung to his arm, she drug him down the busy sidewalk, daylight streaming down on her copper hair. Blue eyeshadow adorned her lids, pink lipstick painting her mouth. Her sundress rang out the clear corals of pinks and apricots, tiny hydrangea adorning it from belted waist on down. Blues and purples and pinks mixed in with the corals, small flowers seeming to leap off of her dress. Her sandals white, unstained, making small thumps on the sidewalk as she moved. She seemed to float wherever she went.

“V, look. Look at the little sparrow sitting on the tree branch.” The fingers not around his bicep pointed through the air at the tiniest speck of a bird. The mellifluous tone in her voice could sing to any bird, call to any animal, but it graced Vit’s ears above all. She only saw him. “Can I get a bird like that someday? Oh, I know. I want a canary, V. Can I have a canary?” She turned to him, only awaiting the reaction from him, oblivious to the glances from all the passerby on the street. Unaware that she was breaking every image the public had of him down into pieces. Uncaring. The only image of him she needed was the one she had in front of her now.

[iaediophilia]

Canary&Takei. <Unlikely Strangers:Closed>

@philobio

«×» “Who pissed off the God’s?” Heavy wind brushed against the soft features of the demon and he scrunched his nose, sharp features only turning sour at the sheer bitter cold of the rain. Running his fingers through his hair, he stood beneath the overhead of the radio shop, waiting for the best time to rush toward the bus stop. It seemed like an eternity passed when the rain just seemed to hit harder and quicker; leaving Takei so scowl with a heavy sigh. “What the fuck-” People pass without a shred of dignity, not a care in the freaking world. Umbrellas above their craniums, sheltering them from the innocence of liquid against their locks; pitiful. Soft whines echo through the busy noise of Seoul, leaving the male to look in that direction. Trying to push into the crowded bus bench into shelter was a small girl, leaving an amused smile to form on Takei’s face. This girl was no match for the crowd, it was obvious. She was absolutely soaked. It looked as if she might cry any moment— Shit. Sliding his jacket from his shoulders, he pushed into the rain and jogged to the female, dropping the cloth over her head. “… Here. It’s not an umbrella but, it’ll work.”

Chaeyoung dashed through the crowds in the rain, attempting to find some shelter, but no one would let her through. It was frustrating, infuriating, it made her feel weak. She hated to think of herself like this when normally she was much stronger. Cold and angry, she let out a meek whine, unable to control the feeling of sadness creeping into her veins. "Why won't anyone let me through?" she whimpered, and she sighed, continuing to try. She felt like crying, giving up, anything like that. She was tired of being here. At the feeling of something covering her head, she jerked her head up, staring into quiet eyes and a genuine smile. "...um, thanks. It does work. What about you? You're going to get soaked, aren't you?"