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UNFVLDING is a mumu, selective rp blog for pinehavenfm written by MOON.
ELEANOR "NORA" DAE / twenty-six, tattoo artist, she & her
for: @btwnthepines location: the dae family home
HER DEMONIAS ARE WEARING A HOLE IN THE CARPET, shiny silver buckles clanking against her ankle as she spins around on the ball of her foot. her bracelets jingle, her tarnished rings clink against the marble table in their entry way. in the years since screwing her head on to something approximating maturity she's walked this entryway many times. seen the photo displayed proudly at the entrance, noted every time that she refused to take off her hole t-shirt for the photo and nearly gave her mother a heart attack. the guilt lingers, as persistent as the dew blading the grass. she will undoubtably leave arms overflowing with banchan and health supplements and the guilt will bite again, teeth sinking into the exposed line of her jugular. "eomma?" she calls dropping her bag onto the table, her old shoes still sit in the rack just next to the table, purple shoelaces trailing onto the ground. she frowns and steps further into the house into the living room. evie is there looking eternally ebullient and nora crosses her arms over her chest. "where are eomma & appa? they told me to come for dinner."
for: @n1ghtmared location: nora's apartment
THE CAT CLOCK ON THE WALL STARES INCESSENTATLY. its beady, black eyes sit in two identical states of listlessness tail swishing in a mercurial arc. nora blows a ring of smoke and it dissolves into the ceiling fan so ephemeral she can't recall it's shape as soon as it reaches the blades. she taps out the blunt onto a small, glass ashtray shaped like a liver and frowns at the receding cherry red tip. her eyelashes flutter, dark eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and she sits up, her her neatly bisecting the pallor of her skin. "i can hear you breathing." she snaps. it's an unfair accusation, libelous in it's mean-spirited nature, but she levels it regardless. it's not yubin's fault that she had a bad day but the worse angels of her nature rear their head regardless. spiteful, bitter, vindictive, nora can't remember a time when she was anything except. "you're so loud."
NORA DAE, TWENTY-SIX, TATTOO ARTIST @ SWEET PINE STUDIO.
ratty black combat boots on their last leg but still together with duct tape & a dream, last night's eyeliner still lingering on a waterline, a million tiny fine line tattoos scattered in various locales, headphones surgically fused to ears, a pair of drumsticks in a back pocket, strong opinions on which of the friday the 13th movies is the best (dream warriors), lips chewed to high hell, a black cat who only enjoys one person, complicated sibling relationships, the smell of incense.