#vi. threads.

[freakadot]

starter. @handspike, "are you always like this?" chin juts down as elora glances the other up and down. "so ... perky. i guess that's a good word for it." her own voice hardly wavers from a low monotone.

[rkkihyun-blog]

❝ in time.

@mijoork​

backdated to 2014.

kihyun’s frugal. he can’t afford to be anything but, considering he lives off two minimum wage part time jobs and attends university. and yet, he can’t sacrifice his morning coffee. it’s simply impossible to imagine, whether it’s due to a caffeine addiction or the constant need for some form of energy when he’s running on 3 hours of sleep.

so he has a budget for himself to feed his addiction, an allotted amount of money set aside per paycheque. kihyun thinks it’s enough—it has been for the past few weeks—but when his card gets declined at the cafe, and there’s a long line of equally deprived caffeine-addicts grumbling about how long he’s taking, kihyun learns that maybe he needs to give up coffee. or get another job. he definitely needs another job.

dejected, he turns away from the counter empty handed, only to realize that his morning is progressively getting worse.

an old friend is in line, not too far from him. even though it’s been years, kihyun could recognize seungah from a mile away, what with her button nose and sharp eyes that he grew up seeing on a daily basis. she hasn’t changed much since he last saw her—since she disappeared when he needed her most. some friend she was.

kihyun’s angry, both due to the lack of caffeine in his system and the memories and bubble to the surface of his brain. when he’s angry he gets petty. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until he stomps passed the girl, bumping shoulders with her and addressing her with a falsely saccharine voice. “oh, sorry, i didn’t see you there.”

[freakadot]

starter. @tenderments, "i'm going to pay for this." busted. she hasn't eaten in god knows how many days, forgive her for thinking that this convience store won't miss one lousy candy bar. "just ... hungry, is all."

[freakadot]

@andpale, “it’s nothing.” hand flies to her own cheek faster than a fly to a sugar. the dots are back. growing, steadily, with their hot wrath beneath her skin. it’s embarrassing — and her hand is not enough to conceal it. both cheeks, her forehead, they too are glowing and inflamed. nothing, and she means nothing, makes elora want to hide forever more. “it’ll go away on its own. it’s fine.”

[freakadot]

@crimenight, tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth and tastes like acid. “i dont understand how anyone is afraid of a bat.” no dreams of this moment live up to the reality; elora is disappointed. there are no dramatic punches thrown or screams ripped from her throat … just wet, burning eyes and fists clenched so tightly at her sides that her nails pierce her flesh. god, she feels so small and stupid it’s humiliating. so she will break him down, may he ache just like she aches. “— you’re just … nothing.” elora spits.

[freakadot]

@d1nker, “… excuse me.” she cannot believe that she’s about to ask this. elora goes on public transport day in and day out, never says a word to a soul. likes it that way, keeps her head down. but she’s been staring at harry this entire ride, and if elora does not ask soon, she’ll just look rude. which normally doesn’t bother her, but … “i was just wondering … how did you get your makeup to look that way?”

[freakadot]

@hopecarries, “what’s with the costume?” there is a particular, bitter emphasis on that word. costume. it sounds so … silly. she has a costume of her own somewhere, not that elora knows where the hell it is. “… the giant s, for superman. is that a little much?” elora arches a brow.

[freakadot]

starter. @demidritch, there is an agonizing heat brewing under her skin, a familiar blister starting to bubble. elora feels it most in her face; she covers her cheek with her palm, slightly ducks her head so that her face is out of direct sight. "sorry. think a ... a mosquito got me. just felt something hurt is all."