#wxseulki

[wxjihyun]

light: if you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life... what would it be?

ask meme —— accepting!

"you're killing me." she's not stalling for time, she swears. the potion probably knows as much, because she's allowed to continue with her "what, am i supposed to be like one of those animated characters with only one outfit?" it's the most unfair question she's been asked, and jihyun's been through the sma pre-enrolment assessment, where they just about ripped her to shreds.

but she’s serious about this. jihyun gets off of the couch, oreomug forgotten on the coffee table. flings her closet open, silk scarves hanging from hooks on the door fluttering as a welcome. her hand hesitates between the pink and blue sections but eventually, she settles on the former and pulls all of the hangers out onto her bed. it’s a veritable mountain, but she seems to already have something in mind, as she sorts them all into piles. they don’t seem to quite make sense, but she must have a sort of system in mind, because she scans each article of clothing carefully before placing them into their pile. no one but her is privy to the inner workings of han jihyun’s mind. 

by the time she’s finished sorting through her clothes, there’s a good chance the potion’s lost its effect. still, jihyun surfaces from the mountains of fuschia fabric with a soft pink dress. “it’s much better to be over, than underdressed. sure i might get a weird look or two in a 8am, but it’s better than wearing pajamas to parliament.” 

the soft pink cardigan she pairs it with is not for the sake of warmth, no. han jihyun is a walking hotpack. running warm doesn’t quite cover it--- she’s hot! her fashion rarely, if ever, takes into account her comfort. it’s just, well, if this has to be the outfit she’ll wear for the remainder of her 130 or so years, she’s not sure she quite wants her shoulders out when she’s prime minister of seohae.

that doesn’t stop her from pinching a pair of fuzzy pink earrings she’d bought for bitna as a gag gift from the other’s room. she’s just the future prime minister. she doesn’t have to be boring.

[wxjunho]

light: how many bricks do you think we'll need to build maruhan's wall outta, y'know, bricks?

his days were a motif repeated into an infinite pattern. he doesn’t mean for it to sound so negative, but it’s true. so when he’d finally picked up the courage to break away from life’s endless loop, he’d known to anticipate some unpredictability coming his way. and unpredictability, as it seems, is finding the most nonchalant, buoyant types of people in a place like this, a no-nonsense academy that trains its students to be the esteemed guardian fairies. in other words, no, he does not know how many bricks it would take to build maruhan’s wall. he must admit it’s quite ironic, that breaking free from the hwang brickmasons would land him here, his tongue at the mercy of a fairy he barely knows, asking a question about bricks. “probably a couple thousands of billions?” if there’s contemplation atop his brows, it is but the faintest wrinkle, “i haven’t visited the outskirts of the barrier—especially the west—so it’s hard to get an estimate.”

[wxbitna]

🦢 w. @wxseulki & @wxjihyun

it’s like she’s caught in a room full of mirrors, the way all she ever sees is her. it’s in this way that many describe her: that is, unkind, vain, self-serving. and it’s not as if bitna wants to be this way, wakes up and makes it a point to tread en pointe over others as though they make up the ground beneath her. simply, song bitna doesn’t know how to think for anyone other than herself, because who will think of her? indeed, too often does she trip over herself in an attempt to seize that morsel of significance as it dribbles down the sides of a porcelain cup, from which song byeol lets pour generously into her pretty mouth.

in other words: where is han jihyun?

see, in the chaos of this grim morning, the responsibility to wake the fire fairy had carelessly been juggled amongst the fellow dormmates and almost foolishly landed on bitna. and in this way, she tried, had knocked twice on jihyun’s door before leaving to the central dome in anticipation of the vice-chancellor’s announcement. lo and behold, there the dormmates of 1A stood in a tight circle amidst the sea of students, and it is right at the middle of the announcement when one begged the question: where is han jihyun?

and all eyes fell on her.

why her? why no one else? there is a scowl to rest on her usually poised features, and all the same, her gait stands in the midpoint between a dance and a scutter. “jihyun?” the question hovers a decibel above what is acceptable in social etiquette, but she’ll blame it on the blanket of tense whispers to engulf the academy. bitna bangs her fists against jihyun’s door. “jihyun!” this, she struggles to find an excuse for.

she is past the point of waiting for an invite, simply twists the doorknob and pushes the door open, and the sight that greets her is one to suggest that her dormmate is still deep in her slumber. bitna glowers, rushes to the sink to fill jihyun’s stupid mug with water then hurries back to the edge of the fire fairy’s bed, a calm, yet deadly “han jihyun,” falling as a whisper from her lips before the splash.

in this way, song bitna gets a modicum of all the she desires: that is, retribution.

[wxbeomseok]

NATURE 🌸

if beomseok hadn't joined the academy, he'd be doing exactly what he's been doing before, and what he's still moonlighting now. ( sort of. ) see, he's a lot of a swindler, spends the bulk of his days spinning his web of pretty lies in exchange for cash. that's how buying and selling works, right?

maybe some day he'll get older, and he'll have so much wealth, him and kitae will never want for anything more. ( he doubts it, but one can dream. ) but perhaps he'll stop chasing so much and start living and enjoying, and he thinks this is how seulki will come to him. when they're both in their eighties, he's mellowed down and she's... well, her. they'll find their way to each other somehow, whether it be through a run-in during an illegal hike up the abandoned west on a scorching mid-afternoon or being the only two idiots who’s signed up for volcano-boarding down a mountain that's due to erupt. in whichever absurd activity he's bound to partake in, he knows he'll find her there. like the oddly specific points of a beast's weak spot, the top left of the third tallest mountain right behind the cave with the twice put out fire... that's where he'll find her. and it’ll be like nothing’s ever changed.

[wxbitna]

light: what's the worst thing to put on a birthday cake?

“poop…?” the answer falls uncertain, confusion resting at her brow. she finds it a bizarre question, perhaps because she’s never been the sort to think outside of the box. as a matter of fact, she finds comfort in its four predictable walls. what else would possibly go on a birthday cake? some candles, a delicate cake topper, some— “oh! you mean… things you’d typically find on a cake that i don’t like?” an embarrassed blush paints her cheeks a rosy red and she grits her teeth, and perhaps if one were an occupant in her mind, they’d be privy to the sorts of rebuke that’s being echoed off the walls of her skull. “uhm… fruits.” there’s a tick, the way her nose upturns in a blink to display her distaste, “i’m a little picky. i hate canned cherries, but i’m fine with raw ones. hate raw peaches, but i’m fine with canned ones.” she shrugs, “it’s hard to say, so i’d rather just ban fruits altogether.”

[wxbeomseok]

light: do you know who ate the last peanut butter cookies 🔍

how vexing, the inability to lie for a fairy who is all but built on its firm foundation. even if the lie is meant to be a tease, not a means to save his skin or to manipulate his way into getting all that he yearns for. there’s a pained expression that curls at his features. it lingers momentarily, for as short a time as one can hold their breath, then comes the deep exhale. “wasn’t me, believe it or not,” the last phrase is tacked on as a tease, for who is he if he’s not constantly up to his own devices? here it is now, that playful smile that makes a home on his plump lips, “was it you, seulki? it’s always the most suspicious people that does the finger-pointing, don’t you think?”

[wxbitna]

WATER:🌊 + 💧 + 💦!!!!!

🌊 —— LAST TEXT

[ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] where are you? [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] i need help [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] sos [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] sos ❗❗ [ 📞 ↷ 구슬기 ]

💧 —— UNSENT TEXT

[ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] why are you so nice to me? [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] what’s your game?

💦 —— 2AM DRUNK TEXT

[ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] lol [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] hypotheckay;; [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] hypotheically* [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] uf yuo had to rate me [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] anythng [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] what would itn be [ ✉️ ↷ 구슬기 ] sos ❗❗

[miraewx]

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 !

w. @wxseulki​

moving into the dorm had been rather uneventful occasion for mirae, having goaded her older brother and her parents to do much of the actual packing for her much to their exasperation. she swears her excuse this time was justified! she was just too busy packaging her plants, which she emphasized as a long-term priority since it was such a painstaking effort to put the plants into plastic containers and to ensure that the soil wouldn’t spill in the boxes that they would be in. and no, they could not help her because it would upset her plants (a lie). 

the current problem at hand was the various amount of boxes towering over her and filling her room yet the sole thing on her mind was how short her nap would be if she made time to unpack. really, it’ll be a problem for tomorrow’ is what mirae thought to herself since she was just about ready to lay on the bed without any of her soft blankets on it. what stopped her short, however, was the reminder that her plants needed to be repotted as soon as possible. though, a brilliant idea came into her mind. she could just ask a friend to help her and she wouldn’t have to cut her sleeping time at all ! almost nothing can shake the mirae now with her top-tier problem-solving skills ! 

so with a surge of energy, she opened the boxes labeled plants and plots to set them aside, planned out where she wanted them with sticky notes written in glitter, and then made her merry way over to her new friend’s room to intrude to ask politely. “seulkiiiiiiiiiiii,” mirae calls out from outside, knocking on the door just to be a smidge polite before letting herself in without so much as a ‘come in’ from the said person. the temptation to throw herself on seulki’s bed was there but the young nature fairy restrained her urge, merely looking around and nodding in acceptance. 

clasping her hands together, mirae more or less pleads, “will you help me repot my plants? it’s a lot to do by myself and i would appreciate your company ! it’s also a good chance to introduce you to some of my friends too ! i’m sure you’d love them !”