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finally, he’s free! snow crunches under jun’s boots, and he moves his hands to his hips, gazing around the area in front of him, the fresh blanket of snow. the empty canvas, just waiting to be used. the snowman had to be something funny, to put a smile on at least some faces in the morning. jun rubs at his chin, searching for inspiration.
yeseul tries not to giggle to themselves as they wander around the grounds. it’s lovely out, and that’s half the reason. growing up in the city it’s hard to find long, long stretches of nature which already left yeseul stunned, but seeing it like this — long swaths of crystalline white, silent save for the crunch beneath their feet. well, ignoring the several snow angels they’ve already left scattered throughout the field.
though it would seem yeseul’s temporary peace would be shattered. the silence is interrupted. somewhere he hears things begin to shift, another set of crunching somehow. despite the bright white hurting their eyes, they still squint to see what the hell is going on, and yeseul’s vision finally lands on a figure in the distance.
the far, far distance, judging by how small the person is — snrk.
“junnie!” yeseul says, beaming as his eyes light up in recognition. perhaps he’s a little too loud, all things considered, but he still bounces over. despite only having been there for a short while, they already came to consider youngjun as one of their closer friends, clicking as if it’s been forever. “junnie, hi!”
yeseul comes to a stop right in front of him, feet skidding a little against the snow with their speed, but luckily they don’t fall. nice.
“hm.” they grin a little evilly, arms crossed in a faux show of authority. “it’s after curfew, isn’t it? what brings you out here? i could report you to miss seohyun, you know!”
they wouldn’t — even if yeseul wasn’t also breaking the rules, they weren’t a fucking snitch, and youngjun knows that. but it’s still fun to mess around.
#( replies. )#( to play the part — ic. )#( youngjun. )#( i hope this is alright ;; it seemed perfect for yeseul so )
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koroziv:
“Uh, hey. Wow — class already ended? It was so short today, right? Or it felt like it, right — don’t you love it when someone is soo passionate about what they’re talking about they make time pass quickly?”
“hey, hey, did you just want to head back? i was thinking about getting...” yeseul’s turned backwards in their chair, perched to peer over at xiang behind them. all they had wanted to ask were xiang’s plans, but they felt bad for intruding like this. not that they got a clear view of anything, eyes immediately trained on the ceiling. yeseul always felt weird looking at art they weren’t shown, but perhaps it’s because they hate when people start picking at their journal. it feels too open, too vulnerable — especially when unasked for.
still, yeseul can’t help the creeping curiosity they feel. perhaps — no, it wouldn’t be nice to steal a glance when they can. c’mon, curiosity kills the cat!
“sorry, sorry!” yeseul says, pouting. “i didn’t see anything, i promise! i’m sure it looks fine anyway, but, oh gosh, i’m sorry!” they’re nervously laughing now, even if they know it’s not a big deal, futzing with the bag they were hurriedly packing with all their pencils and such. “yeah, wow, time really did fly, huh?”
but maybe they’d still get a chance to see it one day — there was a fair amount of time that yeseul saw xiang, and they can’t help the tricky grin they grin at their desk. after all, satisfaction did bring it back.
#( xiang. )#( replies. )#( to play the part — ic. )#( i hope this is okay! )#( also i hope it's okay that i made them roommates bc i didn't know what to do when applying OTL )#( sorry if there's weird formatting xkit like BROKE when i tried to rb )
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Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems
#( a fox’s yip; a trickster’s cackle — musings. )#( gonna reply to some opens bc i don't have any threads !
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hey hi hello again!! luca here with my second muse, yeseul! first of all, for full transparency, this is a secondary blog so some things might get A Little Fucky so bare with me! tl;dr, yeseul’s a 22 year old gumiho shifter with a host of wonky weaknesses. writing does not get easier so here’s a link to their stats page and their plots page (there’s a few that are wips but hopefully this helps :>) and i’m still finalizing yeseul’s history so for now their bio will be a wip (and what’s under the cut is kind of vague as a result)! if you’d like to plot please do hit me up in ims or over discord!
anyway, without further ado, here’s a bullet form of them hehe
pretty new to the institute! as far as my hcs go they’ve only been on campus for a couple months prior to the rp opening! like maybe arrived mid-october at the earliest? (if necessary for a plot we can change this but)
overall, pretty optimistic and happy go lucky on the tin; very much Just Happy To Be There type vibes
has a little bit of a malicious streak that they’ve done wonders at hiding. it’s hard to be mad at the serial uno cheater when they’re just giggling every time they’re caught. it’s hard to think any deeper when yeseul give answers like “i should have put chocolate in my coffee :’(” when asked about their biggest regret
idk if i mentioned it earlier but yeseul likes to read and also rly likes to paint
not that it matters just. sometimes u find a bitch vibing in the greenhouse whining about how they don’t have the proper green for this plant
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oh god i’m bad at introductions
ANYWAY sorry this is kind of a mess it’s real stream of conciousness
pretty easy to make fast friends with!!!!
really just concerned now with having a good time especially since they Gave Up on normalcy so long ago — if it wasn’t the two tails, it was the skirt, and if it was somehow neither of those it was everything else
by now, very unapologetic in their body language, but they’re somehow trying to keep their powers a secret at the builiding full of mutants so
im sure that speaks for itself
???
plot with me this is a threat
#( yall should have heard the madness i was going thru trying to read so much folklore to make his shit make sense )#( it was fun i love folklore but goddamn#( behind the mask — ooc. )#xhqintro
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a little late notice, apologies, work was crazy yesterday! but i do fully intend on continuing to write for narae and @heoseul ! to anyone i still haven’t plotted with pls hit me up i’m in desperate need of plots LOL — here or ghoulboy (he/they)#8338 is where you can find me!
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Every Morning, Mary Oliver
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I just think he’s neat
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