#玫瑰 : 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 / interactions.

[rosedesang]

"Allegra Darling. ( @stillresolved ) I was not expecting to see you so early in the Month. As you usually only come by to answer daddy's invitation to the family dinner, it's a lovely surprise." A pause is made, as her smile rests on her lips, the type of smile that is typical of hers. Sympathetic. Gentle. There is this natural lightness, elegance to Seraphina's words and demaneors, staged in a way that it just couldn't be real. Perhaps the distance between her and her little sister has suffered from it, this plasticity in their interactions, this candor that Seraphina liked to wear on her sleeve as a card to play. If Bellamy tended to resemble his father, there was this will in him to do better, still - despite his conservatory thoughs about modern monarchy, it is true that Bellamy's wish was to add a touch of modernity to the way he would run the family business as well as establishing himself as a family leader. Seraphina on the other end, was the exact same as her mother : this desire to appear as a pretty face the country would put on a pedestal, the quintessential korean woman. It isn't such a surprise that like all, she had her secrets, yet, unlike many around her, it was impossible to tell what she was truly made of - a blur that Seraphina loved to use at her advantage when times are appropriate. "Are you staying for the afternoon dearest? I would love us to do some catching up. I have no idea what has happened in your life lately mmm I feel like a bad big sister." A coquettish laughter escapes from her lips followed with a light pout.

[rosedesang]

"It's a pleasure to have welcomed you in the family, Dear." Seraphina's smile is always gentle, tender, her eyes, too. Like a painting of perfect manners and kindness. "Ever since you stand by my dearest brother's side, I feel it in my bones, you are the perfect wife he has always been hoping for. We are fond of you. Even my dearest husband, I do see Dante and you get along pretty naturally, as well." Her smile never wither, neither do her eyes connected to Mari's ( @goldenheirs ) . "How do you feel? We come as a clan, it can be impressive, overwhemling. Are you ajudsting well? If anything, you can talk to me. As your big sister in law, I can give you the guidance you might need."

[rosedesang]

"It's Elixir des Merveilles by Hermes, you uncultured cunt." The city could be set on fire that Kang Seraphina would never allow herself to swear, frown or drop her perfect dazzling smile. An act that fell every single time Yihwa and her came together. History, years of friendship, compromised as the more time went, the harder it was for their worlds to fit together. Yihwa always had secrets, Sera, too, some they shared, some they couldn't, in any case hey did care about each other, a lot. "Ugh. Mind you, I came here as an attempt to make peace. Again." Sera had to remind herself not to fall for Yihwa's provocation. Back in the days they were entirely something else, weren't they. It all fell down when Seraphina chose her life. The responsabilities of a Kang. Marrying Dante. The perfect trophy wife. Yihwa's mean lines about her perfumes meant something. Deep down, Seraphina would always blamed herself even though, she never could pinpoint why Yihwa never ran after her. Many attempts at making peace yet it always lead to more division. Perhaps that unbearable feeling of failing to be as close as before, an all or nothing policy. "I just cannot help myself but to think about your oh so annoying face. Which is... pretty often." Her features soften slightly, perhaps it is the nostalgia that pushes them to try again and again. Also that apology sucks. The pride of a Kang - if only she managed to drop that, she would tell her friend how much life without her isn't the way. She crosses her arms, her eyes traveling in all directions before finally setting on Yihwa again. Seraphina knows what it looks like, everytime she realizes she's being suffocated by all this posing, there is no place to seek genuine relationships. Somehow, even conflictual, this one is one of the realest she has left. "Can we try again... ?"