intended for : callum park ( @solstitios )
setting : outside the fire station
details : word association is something of a love language .
there were few things so symphonic to sulyeon as the turning of book pages , and it was the soundtrack to her every day spent poring over literary masterpieces when she attended her shift at the book nook . she'd read anything , but she always seemed to gravitate more towards poetry . the theme she connected with would shift from day to day depending upon what mood she was in or what was going on in her life , but the right vibrant flow of words could alter the course of her very week .
it was a gift sulyeon liked to spread around if she was able , taking great pride in handing off books to people she cared about for the simple reason that it reminded her of them . the topic that seemed to be sticking out more than anything else to her these days was ' fire ' . it was an interesting element ; destructive and reckless but also warm and inspiring . it spurned people to do the impossible , it stoked passion and love but it could also incinerate the life out of anything . for sulyeon , it was simply a trigger to pull whenever she wanted the comforting idea of callum park to take shape in her mind .
even as her feet , often moving through the city of ansong without much input from her , carried her towards the fire station he was employed at , the thought of him put her at ease . confident fingers inched along the outline of the book of poems in her bag as she came upon the building , hoping to catch sight of him outside .
it wasn't as though they'd had many interactions — on the contrary . sulyeon really didn't know any further than his name and occupation and that he happened to be her next door neighbor . she couldn't remember precisely when he'd moved in , but ever since he had , she couldn't deny that her curiosity was piqued . the energy he carried seemed dynamic and inviting ; something about him seemed so alive amongst the almost too tranquil and idyllic ansong . it left her wondering strange things like if his hands were more roughly textured due to his work or if his skin was warm , unlike hers which always felt cool to the touch .
soft eyes scanned the business front until she found his face , lip corners instinctively twitching upward as she adjusted a sundress made in a bygone era before making her way over to him . " hey ! i hope you don't mind me dropping by . i found a poem at work that made me think of you , " she recited proudly , not at all shy or embarrassed about this revelation . " i know it's close to lunchtime , so i thought maybe we could grab something , my treat ? " she tosses out the invitation as she fiddles with curls being stolen by the breeze . " it's just a short little thing , it won't take much time , i promise ! " as the deal is sweetened , fingers busy themselves with the hem of her dress and eyes linger on his face in preparation for a response .
