was it sketchy for bitna to ask natasha to head out to the beach for a swim? will natasha think she only did it to see her half-naked body exposed? what will she do if the girl did agree? there were a hundred thoughts per minute running through bitna’s head after she sent a simple text asking natasha if she wanted to go for a swim, considering it was summer, and the temperature had just started to rise to the point that bitna had given up most of her dresses for high-waist shorts.
it was nerve-wracking to wait for a reply, especially since bitna had a not-so-secret little crush on natasha but who would not, right?
when natasha finally replied – after ten minutes, but it felt like forever in this heat, and bitna was not sure if she was sweating from it or from complete anxiety – it took bitna a few minutes before she stopped pacing and decided to pick up her phone, and read the text. she breathed a sigh of relief when the other girl said yes, and bitna scolded herself mentally because what else was natasha going to say? as long as bitna was not so blatant about her inner affections toward the girl, it was going to be fine.
bitna was going to be subtle.
if subtle involved staring at the pale of the other girl’s back after she took off her shirt, getting ready to swim. bitna was not the nervous type, and she had always been comfortable around natasha despite their outright differences. that was before bitna realized she had caught the infatuation love bug. when bitna caught herself staring, she thanked the high heavens she was wearing sunglasses, else it was pretty easy to drown herself on the spot.
natasha’s laugh was pleasant to hear, and her silhouette radiated by the bright rays of the sun made her look absolutely celestial. another reason to be thankful she wore sunglasses – because natasha was blinding.
the other girl urged that they head into the water, so bitna shook off her nerves, threw her pointed, hot pink sunglasses among their towels and shoes. she was wearing a halter bikini that looked like it came out of a 50s pin-up magazine. incomparable to natasha who seemed to unknowingly leave bitna stunned.
she rushed over to the girl who was already at the edge of the water, letting her toes dig deep into the sand. bitna enjoyed the sight of radiance, and seashells beneath her feet.
casually, she took natasha’s hand, lead her into the water, stopping when she could taste the saltiness of the sea, and the waves hit their chests. “you look nice. your hair is glowing under the sun,” she commented, splashing natasha lightly. they both laughed, and the sound resonated in bitna’s heart. natasha dipped her hair into the water, and bitna suggested that they, “check to see who can hold their breath underwater the longest.”
with a playful shrug, natasha agreed. she won the first round.
bitna found it harder to breathe.
“rematch,” she demanded, running fingers through wet hair. the smug look on natasha’s face made bitna’s heart flip, and she knew she would lose again this time. when they both went underwater, bitna made sure to lean forward, planting her kiss softly upon the other girl’s.
natasha came up, and bitna did not until a few seconds later. it was her turn to look complacent. bitna had to pretend the butterflies in her stomach were not trying to drown her when she said, “had to win. you know how it is.”
[sms ⇒ nat (◕‿◕✿)] YOU CAN’T SAY NO BECAUSE I ALREADY DECIDED I’M PAYING FOR YOUR LIBERTY SHOTS NAT
[sms ⇒ nat (◕‿◕✿)] SINCE YOU’RE OUT OF THE CLOSET CAN YOU AT LEAST COME INTO MINE OK HELP ME PICK OUT MY CLOTHES
this was exciting because 1) bitna had not had any other out friends in a really long while, and 2) what was a better excuse to go out other than going out? natasha was ever too obvious, but bitna kept quiet until she was sure, and until natasha was ready. that was the worst thing, being outed by anyone that was not yourself. that was why bitna saved everyone the trouble.
except this time, the trouble was her own clothing choices. she invited natasha out -- cool, edgy natasha. but bitna never really took it upon herself to buy more appropriate-to-modern-day-partying clothes. everything in her closet were dresses, skirts, and dresses fit for thr 1950s -- polka dots, stripes, halters, ribbons. she did have high-waist shorts, and bitna stared at them with scorn. while she loved them dearly, she was not too keen with the idea of wearing them to a bar or a night club.
It was in the middle of the night -- around three am perhaps. Maegan hated when this happened. Another nightmare, again -- for the third time in a row. The worse part is that Haena wasn’t in their room, she wasn’t so sure where her room mate was, she never really saw her earlier even before she slept. She didn’t even bothered asking her, the girl did said she wasn’t going back and will be staying somewhere else for the night. And so -- she was very much aware that she had her room all to herself throughout the night.
But she didn’t knew she was going to have that stupid nightmare again, and so she didn’t really bothered sleeping in someone else’s room. But now -- she was very desperate, she couldn’t attempt to sleep. She was so scared of sleeping alone at this very moment. Mainly because she coudln’t help but to feel paranoid about her dream. It has something to do about someone watching her sleep -- not to mention she went into sleep paralysis for a few minutes, she was sweating profusely when she woke up.
[ ✉️ sms »» natasha ] hey nat.... are you awake?
[ ✉️ sms »» natasha ] guess what tho...
[ ✉️ sms »» natasha ] nightmare again. (◕︿◕)
[ ✉️ sms »» natasha ] could i... come there? haena isn’t here. i am so scared.
21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
- for her older brother to find a wife that would be well suited for him and help him handle work from the company. ella’s always had a guilty conscience for being selfish and choosing dance over a business major to help out her brother. whenever she sees him, it always seems like he’s too stressed and doesn’t even have the time to find himself some sweet romance. ella’s biggest worry is that he’ll be too focused he won’t find happiness for himself.
- for her parents and young sister back in australia to be happy and not feeling too lonely. it had been an abrupt decision for the twins to move to korea with her brother and she could only imagine the empty nest syndromes their parents were feeling if even ella felt so homesick at times – not to mention, her sister losing three siblings at the same time. sometimes she could only think back and wonder how that big house of theirs would be so gleeful with the six of them, and she can only hope that the happiness still remains with only three.
- for her career to be successful and accomplish the dreams she’s always had. although to hates to think of it, ella cannot imagine putting so much work into ballet and not getting anything out of it. she’s put in too much effort and sacrificed too much to not achieve her dreams.
11. What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
ella was raised in a christian family where her parents force her and her siblings to go to church every weekend and pray before they ate. her faith was quite strong back then, especially since she had friends at church. however after moving to korea, she nor did her twin attend church anymore; it was that no one was forcing them too, and ella still didn’t feel comfortable with her korean yet. though her faith has definitely simmered, she still believed in god.
4. Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
with korean as her second language, ella often uses “uhh” a lot in her sentences. most of the time, when conversing with others in korean, her brain processes it slower because she’s translating it back into english. then she has to also translate her response from english to korean so she unconsciously says “uh” a lot to fill in the time gap.
Of course she would say something. It’s like she intentionally knocked down the tall glass of juice and spill out all it’s content to the female for her amusement. She did not do it on purpose because she was bored that day, and she wanted to start a ruckus. She accidentally did that with pure innocence in her mind. And she would admit her fault - no doubt. But the female has annoyed her a little as it rubbed her mistake on her. Wednesday find it rude and offensive. Albeit cannot do anything but to apologize. She is at fault, something she had to accept. ❝ I’m sorry. Let me buy you another glass.❞ She stated without looking at the latter. ❝ And swear not to knock it odnw again. Do you want me to buy you a new dress too? ❞ This time she muttered in a dance of sarcasm. ❝ Offer you my bathroom? ❞
A groan, annoyance filled the young woman as she tried her hand at opening her door with just a few fingers to spare. Of course - it was proven more difficult that she had hoped. Adjustments were sometimes hard, but Juliette took to them with grace. Early that month she had decided to move into the dorms this semester, she had spent too much time on her own in an apartment. She thrived around people - though they often did hurt her. Also it was slightly cheaper living her than in the apartment she had alone, though she had to give up the freedom to have a pet.
All her life Juliette felt like she lived alone, because of her ‘problem’. It was not a problem but people made it out to be. A sigh fell past her lips as she pressed the box between her body and the wall in a balancing act. Of course it would slip right away cause all her things to fall to the ground spilling out of the boxes and onto the floor. The hallway was not covered in her things - good thing it was nothing too personal just a books and clothes. Juliette was a reader and it was showing through the mess, however she had no interest in writing she could admire a good book.
The girl felt like she could cry - maybe just maybe someone would be around to help her out. Juliette knew she could clean everything up herself, however it would take far too long and she had other things to get out of the car. Glancing around the seemingly empty hallway she wondered if anyone was in their room it didn’t seem like anyone was in the common room. Maybe she’d just have to do it herself - she sighed as she bent down to clean her eyes focused. She spent a few minutes placing things into her room, as the boxes were now broke. The girl was so focused she almost did not notice the female coming out of her own room.
“Oh hello, I’m Juliette do you mind giving me a hand ? I kind of had a spill.” Her voice was gentle as she looked over the girl. She was lovely, with her golden locks and doll like features. However, she disrupted her bright goddess-like face with dark clothes and Juliette thought did not suit her features. She had seen the girl before though - not this close as whenever she would attempt at conversation the other would run away. Maybe it was her approach or the girl could just be that shy, but hopefully with them living together she would stay to help her out.
There are times when Evelyn has little to no muse - she uses it up and when she needs to create something for a deadline theres none. It’s all used up on side projects that usually turn into pieces she stores or gives to friends that need songs for their own projects or recitals. Her body rested on her towel near the ocean waves, trying to gain something from the peaceful magic that was the sea. The smell alone could help her gain some muse, but today it wasn’t working as so. Maybe the girl could help - the one that always seemed to know Evelyn was here. It was like clockwork when she would appear.
A song or two have been written about her, and much inspired by her blonde locks and lovely grin. The idea of her was somewhat interesting to the young woman. She had talked to her a few times, exchanging cheerful conversation however Evelyn lacked the knowledge of her name. Oh did she wish she knew, feeling back for starting a relationship without knowing the basic component of a person, their name. A name happened to serve as an identifying factor and the only thing she had was her face. The girl with the lovely smile happened to be her name in Evelyn’s mind.
However, Evelyn did know they attended the same school as they had passed each other once or twice, exchanging a smile. After a moment of staring down at the page that had nothing but ledger lines and a few notes scribbled about her eyes lost focus causing her to gaze along the shore. Her eyes quickly caught sight of the lovely lady who she come to expect. Raising an arm the girl waved to her, smiling brightly. Hopefully today would be the day that she learned the girl’s name.
