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sulin’s lungs inhaled comfort and exhaled contentment as she breached the doorway of her home. “mom, dad!” her voice bounced lazily absorbed by the walls of their genteel home. her eyebrow quirked in curiosity. the kitchen certainly smelled like her mother’s food, but she was nowhere to be found. feet pattering into the room she gasped in surprise. “what’s this, it can’t be. is my big brother cooking?” // @ofdaeseong
it figures they would both frequent this place; really sulin should have seen it coming. they’d always been of the same quiet temperament preferring to spend more time with their nose in a book than speaking to each other. “excuse me,” she extended a wallet, “you dropped-” recognition pulled at her expression as an air of forced politeness came over her. “myungok, it’s nice to see you again.” in truth it was decidedly not nice. // @myvngok
make me feel alive and shatter me — shatter me, lindsey stirling. // @ofharlcy
sulin was solicitous by nature. watching over people had been so deeply imbued in her as a child. beneath all her brother’s bravado even he needed someone looking after him. so as best she could; sulin took up the role. but her empathy surfaced in strange ways and words. it was a blessing and a curse she thought; to have such an empathetic heart but lack the words to communicate it. “ are you okay?” her fingers wrapped around her bag clutching it a little tighter in concern. “it’s just that you seemed a little tired today during the lesson so i mean if you want to-talk, or not talk i-just wanted to know how you were doing. sorry if that’s weird.”
The cup before him sat full, untouched by it's owner. The drink - unfulfilled in it's purpose - gradually lost the steam that hovered above it as it cooled to room temperature. It was a waste, and Brook was hesitant to waste, but they were docked at an island, and tea was never something they ran out of quickly.
"Coming in late, aren't you?" Brook asked as the door opened, light filling the previously dark room. Were he to have eyes, the sudden light may have blinded him, but that problem had long since stopped being a problem. "Not that I am to judge, of course." He added quickly, soft laughter the base of his words. "I would be out too if there was somewhere I wanted to be. So if you may, I would love to hear what called you away from our dear ship so late."
"Don't stop on my account." Esme finally smiled after the pause in the music. "Really, you have such a lovely voice."
"You'd think they'd never learned the word 'chore.'" She remarked, tone light. She had always taken an odd enjoyment in the distraction of work, though there was little work to be done in the household. "One of these days, I might just decide to make a list."
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Bella shook her head, staring down at the painting. She wasn’t artistic enough to ever try and take up the craft. Even though Edward had told her before that Esme was a skilled painter, she was surprised to see how good she was. She still had so much to learn about her new family, and she took a seat, although she didn’t attempt to join in. “I’d just mess it up. I’ve never been good at this sort of thing.”
"What's the fun of doing something you're good at?" Esme told her softly, smiling. Esme adjusted the paints and supplies patiently, automatically tidying the area as best she could, though it was a lost cause for now. Watercolors weren't known for their cleanliness. "I won't force you to join in if you have no desire to, but I'm sure your additions would only add to this little thing's value." With that, Esme selected two brushes, offering one to Bella.
Her movements had been sneaky - steps fast and silent as she made her way to her daughter's room. Esme's smile stretched across her face, her eyes crinkling with mirth. As soon as she reached her destination, her knuckles rapped against the door quickly.
"Oh, Gabriella." She sang softly, waiting patiently for her adopted daughter to open the door. With Renesmee safe in her parent's capable care, the Cullen matriarch had little on her already open agenda. The opportunity for a shopping trip was far too appealing to pass up.
