Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
shades of grey encompassed the world, surrounding life in the ambiguity of good and evil, right and wrong—created ideals to help guide humanity through life. religion coaxed the moral code into existence, distinguishing humans from the amoral wilderness. a human consisted of conscious thought and baser desires, which conflicted with one another, and in that conflict, a moral compass was created, to mold the human mind and dictate the laws of society. people screamed for freedom, yet they chained themselves to the government’s rules and society’s unspoken laws. soft chuckles escaped from the dark haired male, whose frame leaned against an aged oak tree. the sprawling branches spread over the land, nearly caressing the ground and having to be carefully tended to by the public. the oak tree’s life included a sordid tale revolving around humanity’s cruelty and obvious lack of empathy toward nature. syeira recalled reading wildlife studies regarding an oak forest, yet only one tree remained. when the true pairs relocated to selene isle, they destroyed the natural habitat of many animals and vegetation, clearing away the natural landscape and creating their artificial buildings. in the artificial light, people stopped searching for the truths and contented themselves with the obvious, with the easy; however, in the brilliant light of the sun, one sought the truth, walking down a path of mystery and intrigue in order to unearth it.
as his thoughts continued to wander down morbid routes, the sound of children’s laughter sliced through the afternoon, cutting through his self-induced fog and forcing him to reconnect with reality. sapphire colored eyes blinked behind dark frames, and after a moment of confusion, he lifted the frames away from his eyes, revealing the beautiful spring afternoon. syeira watched a picturesque scene unfold as a group of children ran past him, attempting to tag one another and giggling merrily as they exhausted themselves. ducks swam lazily across the lake, occasionally diving down for food, and through the branches of his chosen perch, he could see a pale blue sky, which contained fluffy white clouds and a slowly lowering sun. petal pink lips quirked into a faint smile. society would cast the image in shades of white—the color of innocence; however, the model noticed the whispered argument of a young couple and watched a lecherous grin spread across the grime laden face of a resident pedophile. the shades of black blended with the blinding white, disappearing and mixing slightly to produce a subtle shade of grey. the slight altercation of the color, however, would not sway the minds of the masses, who would insist upon the majesty of the scene, completely disregarding the points of negativity and of evil.
a faint breeze swept through the park, eliciting delighted shouts from the children and carrying a familiar voice. strands of dark purple hair slid off his shoulder as he turned his head, gaze locking onto the familiar figure of his girlfriend. one hand lifted away from his chest, waving slightly in greeting, and as he lowered the appendage, he glanced at his watch, noting her arrival time in glee. during his latest photo shoot, the dark haired woman decided to accompany her brothers—for the umpteenth time, and syeira extended an invitation to the blackette, citing a request to spend an afternoon with a beautiful woman in the park while secretly planning a picnic. truthfully, he did not understand his attraction to her, refusing to admit the depth of his emotions for her. he could still vividly recall their meeting and the subsequent dates, and in a blink of an eye, six months passed, each one strengthening their bond and deepening his feelings for her. he feared for their future though, which translated into vivid nightmares of her death or his crucifixion by wraith. after taking a steadying breath, he pushed himself away from the tree, hand wrapping around the handle of the picnic basket and feet carrying him closer to hae-sun. do you delight in forcing me to wait for you? the purplette called out in greeting as the distance between them decreased—a teasing jab at her late arrival. perhaps he would be able to ignore the spikes of black for a while.
"Oh Eira, stop with the excuses to deny how amazing it feels when I finally arrive in your arms."
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She has been in that state for hours now, content with how the stereo headphones covered her fox-like ears and continuously injecting exciting Korean songs. Fourteen-inch laptop has remained on as the music player software continued playing the playlist she has set on shuffle. Not one song she has skipped yet or did not know how to sing. Even almost six years she has left Korea for Selene Isle with her family, she still remembered her mother tongue. She brought the culture, the language and the fashion trend from the country in with her, refused to change herself for the sake to be accepted by anyone here. Her arrival did raise few eyebrows over her cheeky taste in clothing. Short pants above her thighs, fancy knee-high boots, matching color of short-sleeved over-sized sweater with sleeveless shirt inside and loosed hair bun with few strand of black hair hanging down over her heart-shaped doll-like face. She was the sweetheart from Asia and proudly called herself an Ulzzang, something that sounded unfamiliar and strange to the community here. Cute plasters covered diminished scars and bruises she was inflicted with back when she was protecting her sister, Rika. She looked very cute, though, as if she was a good girl gone bad.
Now, her taste in fashion was slightly sophisticated but still embraced the Ulzzang-ness she has always presented. Rather than loose coat above her hips, she favored below-knee overcoat and matched it with dark skinny jeans. She wore bangles and a watch she brought through online shopping. MiNiature was one of her favorite watch brand and the watch in her possession now was called Black Cat. Her hair was a lot short than before, growing longer as it went down and to the center of her back. Her bang was tucked to her left face frame, letting it drop back covering the corner of her face. Her silvery blue eyes were her look signature. They shined like polished diamonds, captivating those who set their eyes upon the pair. She has black eyeliner drawn in cat eyes design lashing out from the corner of each eye. Ulzzang kept their face neutral and only highlights the eyes and lips and so she did the same. She has her lips gradually pink outer lip in, as if she had had a Popsicle. She turned off the computer and put her headphone down nicely on top of the keyboard. Glancing over the image of herself reflected on the full-sized mirror, she winked at herself with a grin, dashed for her wardrobe for the last item to complete her look and headed out.
Eighteen years old Hae-Sun was the proud daughter of Min-Yung and Jung-Ho, a fashionista and also a Regalia. The latter was something she kept safely hidden from the society. She tugged in her knee-high boots and started walking. Like Min-Yung, the Korean girl was born with model figure, but she has no interest to be mesmerized by lens and spotlights. She was content with compliments and offers she received whenever she has to accompany her twin brothers. Born with natural and elegant cat-walk style of walk, her heels knocked the ground in a very pleased series of rhythms. Two hands were tugged by the corners of her jeans pockets and as she walked, she looked as if she was doing a runaway. Can't be helped, though. She was not doing it purposely. This was her normal way of walking. She passed by many youngsters; some she knew and some she simply glanced and gave a light smile as a greeting. Those that she knew excitedly waved at her, or even gave her a hug, though she barely made any reply and simply listened to them trying to chat with her. Her dual life, or so her family said, was something she has already used to by now. Some accidentally called her Haine, the name she used in Nightshade and, of course, among Rapture members. She brushed them off with her hand mildly waved in the air. Fingers curled slightly in as she waved, bidding goodbye to them who were not the persons she wanted to meet.
No, she has an even more important date to catch up.
At five feet six inches, plus two inches from the heels, she could see over the flowerbed inside the park. Her eyes lingered around and suddenly a smile perked excitedly. She turned herself, headed for the nearby stairs and quickly skid for the person. The dark hair he has was good enough for her to know it was him even though she could see his face. "Eira!" She shouted, sounded quite giggly in excitement.
Okay, so what?
To tell the truth, that man was HER BOYFRIEND and ONLY HERS. Get over it, ladies. She noticed how few girls, even with a man by their side, were glaring at her. Some let a scowl at how unbelievable the charming man was actually her companion for the evening. She shrugged her head and flipped her hair slightly to the back, almost like she was telling them to 'drop dead' because believe it or not, he's taken. She was overjoyed that her pace began to sing a melodious tempo.
Tack tack tack and she found herself flapping her overcoat, trying to wear off the overflowing emotions. Her face remained calm and slightly flushed by the heart from the evening. Ah, well. As much as she hated the sun, since this guy seemed to be very serious about going out with her, how can she refuse him. It was crazy, really, if she did refuse such a handsome man to date with in a fine evening. As she approached him, like a magnet, he pulled himself away from the tree and started walking to her. Her eyes set upon a picnic basket in sight and she started smiling sheepishly. She stopped and let him moved closer to her, bending the knee of her leg that positioned behind another leg as her eyes moved up for his. His voice, oh boy, was tempting her. She tilted to the side with one shoulder front and batted her naturally long eyelashes. She closed herself in his space and let her face, particularly her lips close to his ear. She made a pouting alluring voice as she spoke, "Oh Eira, stop with the excuse to deny how amazing it feels when I finally arrive in your arms." She drew herself away and lightly placed a kiss on the man's lips. A short and warm breathe had escaped from her onto the man's second most attractive part on his model face before she pulled back. She could say it was his pair of eyes that seduced everyone, even the straightest man would fall for him.
"Besides, I was being kind to these girls. At least they had few minutes to daydream of making out with you before I showed up." She continued as her eyes rolled to the side. She was a bit jealous at how famous he was with his fans and all. Honestly, she never felt such thing with her brothers. Hae-Sun glanced back at him and down at the basket. A cunning smile escaped as she asked, "Never thought you would want to have a picnic with me, Eira. You are always busy with your shoots. Even my two gay brothers are away for a week." No kidding, how dare they leave her alone with her every day is a lovey dovey day parents. She could barely let her ears up in the house with all those inappropriate sounds! Those moans and groans, oh God she could have sworn she was THIS CLOSE to kicking their room door and telling them to stop violating her right as a maiden. Oh talk about that....
She held her beret over her head and shyly looked away. For six months and yet not once she let him see her without something over her head. Not once. She tried her best not to let him know about this. It will be one hell of an awkward moment if he realized he was dating a virgin. Hell.
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glitz and glamor characterized his lifestyle, for he existed under the flashing lights and vibrant fabrics. syeira loathed his occupation due to his intense hatred of public appearances and of his fans. he preferred solitude and quiet afternoons; however, he understood the importance of his job. the dark haired model provided society with a respectable image of true pairs and gained access to locked doors due to his fame. despite his understanding and his compliance, his knowledge could not erase his feelings regarding his co-workers and his followers. no, he believed the fashion industry catered to shallow individuals—those only interested in themselves, yet with each step, he approached his goddess, the one that managed to provide a highlight to his dismal world of masks and of lies. they managed to create time for one another, working around his hectic schedule and their hidden lives. as the distance decreased, the purplette could still sense the envious glares of their audience. women proved to be spiteful creatures, wanting and wanting for better… regardless of the consequences. he, however, refused to view hae-sun in a similar light, having become enchanted with her appearance and her personality. for him, no woman would ever compare. hae-sun existed in a realm of her own, and the crazed ladies could never hope to claw their way to her pedestal. they only needed to realize the futility of their actions.
pale lips curved into a slight smirk as the dark haired woman ceased her forward momentum, waiting for syeira to diminish the remaining distance between them. with several lengthy strides, he reached her side, immediately finding his personal space invaded and silently enjoying their proximity. her breath ghosted against his skin as the words penetrated his mind, and with his amusement heightening, his gaze flickered away from hae-sun, studying the furious expressions of two nearby women. his attention returned to the teen as her lips connected with his own, a slight pressure that delighted the assassin. when the brief contact ended, a momentary silence surrounded them, broken by the continuance of hae-sun’s voice; however, the wraith elite gained ample amusement from the blushes that stole across their audiences’ miens, enhancing their anger and painting them in a dismal light. his grip on the basket tightened—a reflexive action upon sensing the blackette’s interest in the object. he had slaved away over the food contained within the item, and he doubted his culinary capabilities. his talents never exceeded the basic operations, limiting the options available to him, for he refused to seek assistance from his few friends. he wanted to provide for hae-sun with his own hands and present her with an enjoyable afternoon.
ah, yes… the fans, syeira murmured, sapphire hued eyes connecting with his lover’s. you spoil them. their fantasies will never become reality, and i prefer to spend my time with you, not acting as the star of their daydreams. his smirk grew more prominent as he leaned closer, diminishing the scant distance between their faces. how will you repay me? i wasted valuable time in their inane dreams, and i do not appreciate their lustful glances. before the woman could respond, he withdrew, erasing the smug expression from his features and reaching out to grab her hand. his actions were calculated, displaying the seriousness of their relationship to their unwanted audience and providing him with an excuse to encroach upon hae-sun’s personal space. hmm… oh, yes. that assignment. i wasn’t interested though they approached me about it. to be frank, i needed a break from the spotlight… people in the entertainment business are exceedingly self-centered and can’t seem to find any use for common sense or common courtesy. a soft hum escaped the male as he tipped his head to the side. in a sense, i’m using you as an excuse to experience reality… but… shall we find a better location for our picnic? with a hesitant step forward, dark blue tinted eyes shifted to observe hae-sun, a mischievous grin settling over his pale features. unless you want to remain and continue to flaunt your superiority.
"Sorry but I'm not generous to let these hyenas eyeing you any longer."
With him- only with this charming guy called Syeira, she was able to be herself. Her smiles, her laughter, her giggles; they emitted sparks that shine like stars in the dark sky of night. She has no intention to let her guard down, but it was an involuntary event. With him, everything seemed promisingly wonderful and sweet. Well, she admitted he was not as romantic as other Romeos out there. He has his own charm that attracted the fox and made her wiggled over his presence. He was a man with pride and dignity- and that was exactly one of the few reasons Hae-Sun believed there were no regrets for putting her guard down for him and learnt this strange world called love.
Her silvery eyes returned to look at him as her hand remained holding the beret on her head. She could not help herself but to chuckle at his words. He seemed rather disappointed of her, letting other girls feast on him through their imaginations and wild daydreams. Well, can't help it. That was all she could offer, for this man entirely belonged to her. His voice, his eyes, his lips, his hair, his body; all hers. Shyness stroke pink shades across her innocent baby-like facial features when the model brought his face close to her. Heart thrummed in a melody she has never heard before and it felt good. Her tail wagged excitedly beneath the long coat she wore, covering its presence from the eyes of the dark-haired boyfriend and the crowd. Shy, shy, innocently shy Hae-Sun. She fidgeted aside, trying to cast off the heat from her face and looked back at him.
"in a sense, i’m using you as an excuse to experience reality… but… shall we find a better location for our picnic?"
Hae-Sun sprung her head to his direction. Wait, what? With him, she barely hes any control of herself. Their conversation could jump from one topic to another and it made her learnt to express different emotions indirectly. She used to be all bubbly and cheerful when Rika was around. Her expression always was so soothe and clear. With her gone, she locked herself from ever telling anyone her true feelings, diminishing any possibilities that someone else may be able to comfort her. She thought it was a futile hope to believe in, but she was wrong. Eira gave her hope for a bright future- a future of joy and happiness that she longed for.
She was a bit lost in the air. Her mind wandered away too long but she was able to come back to the reality because of the soft pressure on her hand. She blushed lightly as she let her hand be in his grip; warm and firm. Chuckles enlightened the air between them. She cat-walked close to his side and leaned against his chest. "Are you kidding me? Sorry but I'm not generous to let these hyenas eyeing you any longer. You are my form of superiority..." She stood on her toes, kissed his cheek lightly and continued, "Just for today, though." She laughed lightly and started walking.
The evening seemed wonderful today. Peace and solace sang in the air in the park, reassuring it will be a date she will never forget. The female took two paces and stopped. With her hand remained holding his and no intention to take it away from where it was right now, she turned to him and started backpedaling while looking at him. "Hey Eira, play a game with me!" She exclaimed rather excitedly. She enjoyed spending time with Eira but she understood how busy he was, and how hectic her night life was. So she wanted to utilize every second she has with him, creating a memory after another and relived those days she has with him at night.
A daring grin perked through her facial feature on her lips. "Or maybe you don't like a girl win over you."
@zeit01 OOC: Hae-Sun's soooo head over heels rn, I can feel it XP
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hae-sun acted as the luminous moon to his darkened world. he survived in the spotlight and in the shadows; however, he existed in the darkest night, thriving in the cutthroat society and slowly losing his humanity. in order to kill, one needed to toss aside their notions of morality and their ties to humanity. ending a life required conviction, and he witnessed death on a nightly basis. his work transcended past his public persona. modeling encompassed one miniature segment of his life, yet syeira desired to protect the ravenette from his demons and from his hidden occupation. despite her independent nature, he feared her reaction to the withheld knowledge regarding his business associates. the fear manifested in the recesses of his mind—a lingering doubt that refused to vanish. the secrets morphed into horrendous nightmares. upon awakening from the throes of his dreams, he barely managed to refrain from dialing hae-sun’s number. the familiar string of numbers flashed tauntingly on his phone’s illuminated screen, but he merely tossed the device aside, listening to the soft thump of the object colliding with his bed. in the bright sunlight, his unease seemed trivial. when faced with the soft shade of pink that graced her cheeks and her teasing manner, his mind stopped hunting for their possible demise and focused on the beauty before him.
laughter drew him back to reality, grounding him in the moment and allowing him to witness the undeniable grace of his companion. pale lips quirked into an amused grin—the subtlest of expressions that betrayed his infatuation with hae-sun. jealousy surfaced on the visages of the chatting women, whose gazes followed their route through the park. syeira loathed their gossiping and ruthless lies, and when faced with their vapid words, he merely continued his forward momentum, brushing them aside and focusing on his destination. his fans discussed his blatant callous behavior and mourned the ramifications of his actions; however, they continued to support him, enchanted due to his physical appearance. soft lips brushed against his cheek as he debated a response to hae-sun’s revealed possessiveness. the hyenas have adopted a murderous aura, the dark haired model remarked, tone light and teasing. and i’m sure they’d delight in knowing that i’ll be free after today. should i sign my death warrant? his head tipped to the side, bangs sliding across his forehead and fluttering in the gentle afternoon breeze. i don’t think they’ll be as… courteous if they manage to sink their claws into me. a shudder wracked his frame due to the image conjured by his words. alas… i think i’ve freaked myself out.
soft chuckles escaped him as he felt the blackette tug against his hand, her momentum pulling him in the opposite direction of his initial route. one dark eyebrow rose in confusion as her excited exclamation reached his ears. the unexpected shift in their conversation and her abrupt display of energy bemused the wraith elite as he continued to indulge her. a game? syeira queried after enduring her teasing remark. his pride smarted due to her gibe, and he refused to grant her victory without fighting tooth and nail to triumph over her. what kind of game? his grip on the basket loosened with the vocalization of his first question. and before we commence playing a game, i’d like to find a spot for the picnic basket. sapphire tinted eyes glittered in amusement as they connected with hae-sun’s silvery blue colored gaze. it’s quite tedious to continue totting it around, and it would be a hindrance in a physically demanding activity. the emotion vanished from his features as he intentionally ceased moving, tugging slightly on his lover’s captive hand and hoping to draw her closer. i would hate to be gifted with a handicap, but i’d be willing to present you with one, mademoiselle. with a smirk blossoming on his features, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the back of her hand, taunting her with a gentleman’s gesture.
"We better find the spot to sit down so I can get you back for this,"
Killing has never been a favourite way to handle things for Rapture, or even for Hae-Sun. She may be vicious and fiery, but she, by no means, was strong enough to take other people's life. She inflicted wounds as lessons and reminders that sins were still sins, and that's it. If the wounds were to promise death, she will hold responsible to call for help or ambulance and do her best to buy the person some time before death decides to reap him away from this world. Ever since she was fourteen, she has been sent on to many different missions- one required different skill than another and tested her sense of morality and judgement. Her father gave her the freedom to punish them as she wanted, but death was never the choice.
Live, as long as there's a chance to live. Choose death, only when living seems inappropriate to continue.
Her tail wagged side to side happily beneath the thick clothes of her coat and pants. His laughing voice was like magic water that made her heart grew flowers and they bloomed. Her heart sang a beautiful rhythm when she was with him and to hear his jokes and how he casually made her swayed side to side like lalang and the wind in the evening. She could not help but chuckled at his statement. She wished she could say he should not worry about being clawed by the women for she was born with claws too and she would not let them hurt him. She will rip them if they tried to lay even a hair on her man.
Nobody is allowed to have him. Nobody.
His question about what kind of game she intended to play with him perked her fox-like ears under the beret in alert. She grinned and squirted her eyes as she was wondering what was going on in his mind. She would like to answer back if he did not suddenly stop following her. It made the woman slowly stopped her pace and moved her attention to her lover. Wind greeted them gently and comforted her from the sudden anxiety blooming in her heart. Her head tilted to the side slightly as she let her hand continued holding him. A faint frown appeared on her face. Could it be Eira dislike the idea of playing a game with her? She recapped his words and little bit little, instead of trying to calm her down, she became more nervous by second. Her silvery blue eyes watched carefully his facial expression, trying to read what he was thinking and planning.
A tug was all it took and like under hypnosis, her body obeyed the man's wishful gesture and let the two bodies came close together. She huffed lightly through her mouth, unable to contain the leaping heart from sudden excitement. Another round of teasing? Seriously, now? The female smirked and chuckled. "Oh Eira... I would nev...."
Before she could finish her sentence, the love of her life moved closer and did something unexpected. A kiss seal planted on the back of her hand, softly and admirably romantic. Haws and grunts heard from everyone who sighted the scene. Some were blushing while some were smirking. For someone who was famous, with fans and all, what the hell was he thinking?! She stood frozen, eyes widened and not flinched due to too surprise and not knowing what had happened. She doesn’t mind if she was the one who initiated it, or asked for it (but who in the right mind would ask such a kiss, IN A PUBLIC?!) but in this case, he did it out of the blue. As brave and cunning as she could come, Hae-Sun was totally blown by this that her face completely dyed in red. Her lips set apart, only to escape light gasp from inside.
“Ei…Eira…” she tried to speak but when she noticed the sound of her voice was low and very shy, she quickly pulled her hand away, grabbed the side of the basket holder where his hand was not holding and tried to pull it. What the hell, Eira?! She wanted to scream badly since she did not expect that coming at all. She retreated from his side, turned away and started walking quickly. Her face was as bright as a ripped tomato and if he was to see this, he can definitely guess she was damn innocent. Ah, probably he knew. She stopped, turned behind for him.
“Babo,” she called him idiot, pouting shyly and turned back to start walking. Her lips smiled sheepishly as she held the urge to laugh but she can’t. What the hell, Eira. He should stop stirring her up or she might slowly forget her pride as Regalia. “We better find the spot to sit down so I can get you back for this,” she shouted from where she was, in a tone so light she sounded like she was shaking in joy rather than in anger.
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red decorated hae-sun’s cheek, and in his opinion, the color suited the woman, whose headstrong nature did not detract from her feminine beauty. despite his apathetic nature, syeira adored the dark haired rapture member. he loved wasting time with her and deemed their interactions worth fretting over. terror gripped at his heart, which drummed in a staccato rhythm within his chest. he remained enamored with her despite any revealed flaws, and her imperfections proved her connection to humanity. no one existed to lead a robotic existence without mistakes and without connections; humans survived despite their failures and thrived due to their misadventures. he, however, descended further and further into the abyss known as love with each interaction. the implications frightened him and left him teetering on the edge of diving head first into their relationship and of retreating from her side before she could destroy his heart. the purplette never boasted of an iron heart and understood the consequences of their relationship shattering, recognizing the strength of his attachment to the teen despite the short time frame of their companionship.
fear manifested in his heart, showcasing itself within his nightmares; however, with the rays of brilliant sunlight painting the world in golden hues, his inner demons retreated to the deepest recesses of his conscious mind—morphing into intangible shadows that lurked within each thought that touched his mind. syeira hoped that his nightmares depicted an impossible future, but secrets remained between them, creating an gapping chasm that included images of his deceased targets and fellow wraith elites. perhaps he should desist from his depressing thoughts, for hae-sun deserved to spend her days in bliss, untroubled by the monsters that lurked underneath his fabricated expressions. no, he could not deem his emotions as illusions. he cared deeply for the ravenette and loathed the idea of their relationship suffering a tragic demise. pale lips quirked into an amused grin as his companion’s voice shattered his train of thought, eliciting momentary guilt for his lapse in concentration.
gentle tugging at the picnic basket warned syeira of his girlfriend’s attempt, yet he released the object without arguing. he watched her movements in abject confusion, his emotions covering his prone figure like a veil as she walked away from him. his amused smile gained a bemused edge until she paused, turning to look at him and calling out to him. soft laughter spilled from his parted lips due to her insult; however, his feet began tracing her path, body summoned by her unvoiced command to join her. her next statement sealed the metaphorical deal as he reached her side, arm looping around her waist and pace slowing to match her established gait. instead of focusing on the blackette, his gaze roved over the park, searching for the perfect spot. his free hand rose into the air, one slender finger gesturing toward an aged tree whose shadow stretched across the grassy field and that stood to the right of their current route. will that suit our needs? he queried while shifting his gaze to study his lover, head tipped to the side and lips curved into a barely noticeable smile despite the teasing gleam of his jewel toned eyes.
"Do you know that I used to have a tree this big back at my home town?"
She felt she was the luckiest girl ever on this Earth, to learn how to love from and to be loved by a man like him. To others he was a perfect being from top to toe but to her there were some imperfections in him that seemed rather cute and adorable to her. His flaws- like how he was being insensitive about what people think of him, and how he would not like to talk about those dark clouds that lingering in his eyes, made her wanted to stay with him even more. She wanted him to know she will be here for him. She wanted him to let her become his strength. Her eyes closed lightly.
Can she become his strength? Will her father agree to let such man to take her hand? What if he has to join Rapture in order to marry her but he disagrees, and even hates her for being part of it? Her eyes revealed the silver iris that glassed thin ray of sorrow. Horror whistled its presence in her mind, causing her to shudder sadly in thought of losing him. She realized she was all caught up with this game of love, and now she began to yearn for something she had long forgotten- she wished the two of them could remain together forever, like how she had dream for herself and Rika and such wish had sunken. Has she learnt her lesson from the event?
Her eyes lingered on the path she was walking with her hand held the basket firmly. Her nose sniffed familiar scent and it made Hae-Sun turned her head aside to where the man was heading. She squirmed a bit as his arm slithered around her waist. Moaning was not something she would like this cunning man to hear, fearing he will adapt an unsettling habit of teasing her just to hear her moans more. She bit her bottom lip and clenched it tightly to make sure she did not let out a sound. Oh God, this was just tormenting. She felt all goosebumps as she tried to place herself closer to him. Heart barely thrummed in a moderate and in control tune, slowly driving her body heat to rise from normal.
To be honest, she was not yet used to this- this whole intimate physical contact. As much as she loved him, she could not but feel afraid of being touched. She was still learning and so she persuaded herself to get a grip about this. THIS is nothing!
"will that suit our needs?"
His voice heard summoning her soul back into the body and made her raised her head up to him so their gaze could meet. You know, when you are in love, the whole 'eyes become the window to your soul' kind of worked like magic. She could see some wickedness in his eyes, as if he was enjoying greatly- her squirming and getting all flushed. She could even see herself getting all mushy like overcooked mushrooms in a pot thanks to his casual way of approaching her. Ah, this guy drove her insane! Hae-Sun glanced away, cheeks remained rosy. She answered, "y-yes, that place will be fine."
She left his side and started heading towards the spot he mentioned before him. She stopped, with a jump surprisingly, and stood straight with her eyes glancing up to the tree. A bright sunny smile appeared on her lips as she slowly descended her eyes. Warm wind blew across the park, drifting her into her own world of thoughts. Memories began to play in her mind and as she opened her eyes, she took few steps back so she get the full view of the huge tree in her field of vision.
"Ne, Eira," she started talking. Her eyes did not blink at all as she looked at the sturdy bark. "Do you know that I used to have a tree this big back at my home town?" she wondered if she has ever talked to him about her childhood. Perhaps this was the best moment to do so.
"Besides, I was being kind to these girls. At least they had few minutes to daydream of making out with you before I showed up." She continued as her eyes rolled to the side. She was a bit jealous at how famous he was with his fans and all. Honestly, she never felt such thing with her brothers. Hae-Sun glanced back at him and down at the basket. A cunning smile escaped as she asked, "Never thought you would want to have a picnic with me, Eira. You are always busy with your shoots. Even my two gay brothers are away for a week." No kidding, how dare they leave her alone with her every day is a lovey dovey day parents. She could barely let her ears up in the house with all those inappropriate sounds! Those moans and groans, oh God she could have sworn she was THIS CLOSE to kicking their room door and telling them to stop violating her right as a maiden. Oh talk about that....
