it was a wonderful day of winter – a big claim for someone who dislikes winter. but hyuk actually admitted for once that today is a good day. and why? because the sun was shining! it has been too long since he enjoyed the rays dance on his face, since he enjoyed every single second of warmth. naturally, it was a busy day for yangwon. the town plaza was filled with people of all ages – children running around, parents desperately trying to keep an eye on them. hyuk’s good mood was plastered all over his face, but he decided to hide it – and why? because, he had a reckless idea. not completely out of character, but something he used to do in paris days just because he loved music so much. he grabbed his violin along, and a mask to hide his face – he preferred anonymity, especially given that his students might recognise him. there were a few others who were trying their talent around, advertising the upcoming festival, and asking for donations. so, he fit perfectly in. luckily, others were hiding their faces as well, and children did not seem to be bothered – they loved dancing around anyways.
he tried not to offend the goddess statue, so he dressed decently. once he found the right spot, he took his violin out of the case and started to play a soft tone of nothing else matters. he closed his eyes, and emerged in his own music. he adored the soft violin, it had been so long since he performed. it felt right, it felt good. it made him realise he has been stupid to give up on the spectacle, he should perform more. before he knew, a bunch of people started to stop and stare. when he reached the climax of the song, people started to clap. he did not hear them, he was too lost. when he finished, and bowed, people clapped again and some walked away. he opened his eyes and saw a girl, she made sure to let him know she is not leaving. perhaps waiting for an encore, or to ask something. either way, he waited for her to speak, to let him know why she was not chasing a child, or laughing with some friend.
I have taken way too much on my shoulders, and I have a list of people whom I need to deliver notes to - sometimes I spend a lot of effort into something I should not. in order to get it going, and actually write something, I can send some random starters around. in order to get all starters done, I will keep them short-ish (2 paragraphs max), because they will probably get longer as the plot progresses anyways. so, people listed here: please like this post. it will let me know you want the starter without the plotting ahead. but if you really want to plot, just send me a message and I will get the notes! you can always choose a plot from my wanted list, just let me know.
it was a peaceful winter day - or what you would call peaceful were it not for the biting cold outside. hyuk did not like winter one bit, he found it annoying on multiple levels, from the monotonous white to the layers, upon layers of clothes. he could not wait to see the new season roll in and make everything alive again. for someone who seeks beauty in the most absurd of things, hyuk has been acting like a complete pessimist this entire winter season. he parked his car outside joja and breathed out a cloud of smoke - if it only were smoke. it was just his hot breath beating the cold. he rubbed his hands together, he could not believe he forgot his gloves today. he turned the engine off, and got out of the car, hands in the pockets of his winter coat, and feet moving with the speed of an athlete.
he got inside the market and breathed out relieved. it was warmer inside, livelier, and prettier. people were bustling around, children were jumping up and down, asking for candy and presents. yes - this was much better. he walked around slowly for a while, taking everything in, and warming up. he took a cart, and started pushing it around. he tried to remember everything he needed and slowly started collecting everything – milk, eggs, bread, vegetables, fruits. but he was distracted, he spaced out somewhere in the sweets aisle. he was pushing his cart around absent minded, the colours overwhelming him. who thought there were so many types of waffles around? and what about the chocolate? so many choices. he did not even know what he wanted, but his brain could not cope with it, apparently, so --- BAM.
“I am terribly sorry,” he apologised so fast, as if those words were just waiting to be uttered. he rushed to the person’s aid – he managed to knock their cart, and was sure he heard an ‘ow’ and a louder thud. “I do not know what got into me, I am usually more careful. let me help,” he offered as soon as he was close enough.
( ... ) he licked his lower lip, feeling oddly sheepish at the attention, voice soft, “i’m sorry. i didn’t notice you. i didn’t mean to be rude. i hope i wasn’t.”
how one can get lost in the silence of the fire, the soft crackling, the flicker of light – it feels like home, like hell, like the world of the lost. lost – just like his thoughts, his fingers on the paper, on his pencil. so emerged – he could forget the world existed, he could forget that there were others, that he was creating fiction and the fact was staring right at him—
and with their light, the angels touched fell on their knees
he scribbled under his rough sketch, dragging the letters up. he added the shadows – those that covered his face. only one side of his face was lit up – yes, he remembers. in his mind’s eye, he saw his muse differently. he divorced reality, even if the boy was standing right there waiting for him to draw him accurately, from invisible lines only an artist can seem, to the clothing he put on for everybody. he added a halo, spontaneous decision. the angels that fell down? an angel, and a demon. or perhaps just someone who has fallen. but that would be him, he is sinning by drawing the divine, and did not all artists who tried to draw the divine go insane? maybe he was losing it.
draft of sleep, eternal – bruises on your feet, broken folded wings
“sir?”
he startled, but he did not let it be obvious that he was disturbed. and in moments like this it takes all his will not to have a rude reaction. it is what animals go through when they are disturbed from their well-deserved meal – the waitress just stole his bone.
“i apologise. green tea would do,” his eyes locked on the younger male sitting across his, his muse. how could he forget reality like that? luckily, he was not the only one who was drowning in his activity. he managed a smile, half-distant, as his mind was still tracing lines, shapes, colouring the boy before him with the warm yellow, and orange. his muse was beautiful, and he forgot to appreciate that. reality was – in this case, divine. reality – divine. he wrote down:
and they spun into reality, beaten, voices softly floating in the air
“that is quite alright, I did not make my presence noticed. I did not mean to disturb your passionate reading. besides, it makes you look quite lovely,” he leaned in his chair, making the kitten shift slowly. “rudeness is a weapon most people use to push their way forward. I think it could be justified at times. in your case, you have used nothing but kindness. if you want proof, animals have incredible instincts – they can smell wrong behaviour. and this little fellow has been staring at you very fondly,” he placed a hand on the kitten’s head making it close its eyes slowly before purring. the kitten then spontaneously jumped off and hopped next to the other boy, demanding attention.
“betrayal can be adorable now, huh?,” he chuckled shortly, amused at the kitten’s clingy behaviour. "might I inquire what captured your attention like that? it might give me some inspiration,” he pointed at the book shortly, still not being able to read the title given the poor, flickering light of the fire.
myrtille candy-like lips, eyes, and always with sweets between their teeth ⚥
orage “f*** you, man, I make my own rules here” ♂
papillon smoke, and freedom – that is how they met, and they did not regret because strawberries and cigarettes always taste like— ♂
plaisir they like to do things their way, and only their way, they can be a control freak, so challenges terrify them, but experiments sound intriguing ♀
pleuvoir a rainy day and no umbrella or shelter, but a conversation partner, and wet paints and paper – a muse in distress ⚥
retrouvailles a blast from the past, they enjoy making a dramatic entrance back in someone’s life ♂
sirène “I am living for your every move” ⚥
sortable friends even in the worst of moments, they sure know how to make that awkward situation look like it was meant to happen ⚥
tournesol “you should know, I bloom just for you, others make me insecure” ♀
seasonal ❄❅❆
champagne “let us get drunk and forget everything, it is the best policy, I tell you” ♂
feu d’artifice the fireworks are the best part of the entire celebration, and they agree wholeheartedly, they are not afraid to hold a sparkle ⚥
fumée the aftermath of an insane party forces them to spend the beginning of the year cleaning up trash, and inhaling smoke ⚥
luciole they hate loud noises, and cold nights, and they sure do not want 2019 to end ⚥
nuage “the clouds obscure the stars, it is boring and—” featuring heaven ⚥
soirée they enjoy dressing up, so new years is ideal for them to flaunt their flawless legs, and perfect posture – and they could care less about those ill words ♀
♬ playlist troye sivan ♪ youth, strawberries and cigarettes, wild, my my my!, bloom, heaven, papercut, dance to this, lucky strike.
w. @ywhaeil at yangwon inn
mood troye sivan plum ♬
in winter ❄
white – and a little bit more. winter had the habit of making everything monotonous, it was almost depressing how plain everything was. van gogh called it paysage enneige, the lonely rural landscape filled with snow. the greens died under the heavy blanket of cold ice, animals slid underneath it, hiding away from the frost. only cats and dogs would gracefully curl around humans, or around a tree they found appealing. dogs were perhaps the happiest – blame their owners’ own excitement for that. but cats were done with the snow. hyuk knew that. he saw them hiss, run away, warm their paws, paw strangers who wished to play with them in the snow. he felt their pain, he would scowl as well if someone would just throw him out in the cold. he saved a kitten from being built into a snowball and brought it along to the inn, where he was planning to spend the rest of this cold afternoon. he let the kitten roam around after he asked permission – which he was reluctantly granted. but his smile saved him, thankfully. the kitten jumped around, but ended up tailing him helplessly. he found his favourite table – next to the fireplace, cosy and beautiful chairs, christmas decorations and an exciting source of inspiration. he spaced out – or thought he did for he did not notice the boy who was already curling up at the fire with a book. he took a seat, pulled out his sketchbook and pencil case, let the kitten crawl on his lap and began observing.
the place was not too packed given it was still pretty early, but the few people he saw sitting around were interesting enough. his eyes averted before him, at the boy he did not see before. hyuk was silent, it was his way of taking everything in. he did not announce his presence, and it seemed like the boy was just as absorbed as he was, not noticing him either. hyuk started to sketch the boy, pencil touching the paper softly. he dwelled on the artistry of this boy – the way the fire light hit his face, and book. he looked passionate, and far away in his own world. hyuk could relate, he thought it is how he must look like when he is playing the violin, or painting. another line, and his body was on his page – a rough sketch of the outline. he analysed the details, but the light did not permit him to read the title of the book. he focused on his hands, he loved hands. his hands were small, but had a firm grip. he would call that the touch of an insecure artist – if the boy was even an artist. perhaps it was just his mind making everything up, since he swore the kitten stared at this boy lovingly. it was the kind of stare you give your loved one after not seeing them in a long, long time. hyuk wanted to release the kitten, let it go to the person it so admired, but it froze. he did not think about it too much, instead he continued his drawing, this time not observing his inspiration, but the paper. he added more rough lines, erased, added even more. he got lost in his activity and did not even notice the waitress standing right next to him, waiting for his order.
brûler a passionate young artist with no means to create art, living poorly to sustain their family and/or sick relative/parent, working hard to make the best out of life ⚥
brume the one with a fault, and a past that they cannot change no matter how hard they try, but they have a desire to make the best out of it ♀
chaleur “they do not deserve you, angel, your beauty should be immortalised in art” ⚥
croquis their lucifer is lonely featuring all the good girls go to hell ♂
doux forever blamed for being ‘too kind’, the wild bunny decides to step out of their comfort zone ⚥
éclatant “to good to be true, my $%£, you should see me in crown” ♀
épanoui a closeted youth who desires to scream ‘equality’ out loud ⚥
éphémère addiction was their name together, and downfall should cover their fate ♂
étoile someone who decided to betray their friend/s in order to achieve their goal, but feel terribly guilty about it and seek to make amends ⚥
floraison they did not mean to say I love you, and I don’t want to ⚥
grelotter “sleep is a waste of time, I have nine lives – told you not to worry” ♂
loufoque they buried their past, but it is quick to recover, so they decide to lie ♀
seasonal ❄❅❆
blanc they prefer warmth, especially the lovely atmosphere of a fireplace, a good book, and a hot drink, with some company of course ⚥
hiver snowballs of fun, and they slip and fall ⚥
neige “I have never ice skated in my life— ” famous last words ⚥
nuit “frozen paint water looks incredible – so do fairy lights” ⚥
sapin vert carolling, cookies, and presents, how wonderfully jolly they are ⚥
vent “com’ on scrooge, smile a smidge, will ya?” ⚥
♬ playlist billie eilish ♪ all the good girls go to hell, my strange addiction, you should see me in a crown, bury a friend, ilomilo, i love you.
hello! geun hyuk’s mun speaking. my name is nate (he/him/his), and I am from x-country in europe (gmt+1). first, I would like to thank all of you for such a positive, and heart-warming welcome. I already appreciate all of you, and your beautiful characters. I am excited to write with all of you!
I am still a student, so my replies are generally slow, but they always come. If you ever feel ignored, please feel free to message me! sometimes tumblr loses replies, and messages. if I go dormant on you for a week, you may poke me. it usually takes me between two and seven days to reply depending on length and inspiration. sometimes it might take longer. this is just my creative process. I love writing, very much. I have been doing it for years now, so do not feel bad or weird about the length of your or my replies. as long as I have something to work with, I accept any length. when I feel inspired I can give up to over 1000 words per reply, that is just how I create. I always write in 3rd POV, no matter what length, but if you are comfortable writing in the 1st I will not judge you for that. I am a pretty open-minded person, and I would say fairly non-judgmental. if you have any questions, concerns, or if you want to change something about our plot feel free to contact me. also contact me if you lose interest in our on-going plot/s, and we can find something else.
NAVIGATION.
&& this being said, feel free to message me any time for plots, or even just for chat. I hope you will have a great end of the year, and a happy time with your loved ones. let us make 2020 yangwon’s year! I will post a list of potential plot ideas in the following days.
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