#// akljgalkgjalkgj * SLAMS FIST AGAINST THE TABLE *

[s-talking]

{ Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)? 💕 }

⌘ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑. || ( not accepting. )

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄, envy runs his long fingers through mika's hair as they sit together beneath the canopy of whispering leaves & pale moonlight... far, far away from the mortal world. far away from what is tomorrow. ❝ my... mother was a jewelry-maker by profession, ❞ he begins, speaking in a low, reminiscing tone. ❝ she adored how precious gems glistened in the sun... i remember her crafting... the most beautiful pieces.... ❞ the black nailed hand weaves into his golden locks, twirling them as he speaks. ❝ from little golden rings, to necklaces, & bracelets of pure light... she... didn't just make jewelry, but art. ❞

the hand slowly eases it's movement as envy rests it on top of mika's head, feeling how the pointy ear presses right against his heart, or rather, where it should be. ❝ you could say... the craft was her passion, the very essence of her soul, so, the day i was born in a field of snow... she told my father.... ❞ he pauses, seeing the scene unfold beyond the eyelids as though it is his own; ❝ i will call him... min-jun, a person who is as precious & valuable as a jade. ❞