(  !!  )  𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗   /   @premorbidity​

sayuri sat by chaeyeon's vanity and looked into the mirror as she combed out her long pink hair. through soft rose tresses that shone almost pale white in the light of the moon, she ran the comb she'd gifted to chaeseong and, in due course, stolen from his room. on the vanity, she'd laid out a red velvet cloth, and on top of it, metals and gemstones and tiny iterations of big tools sat in a neat line. pliers and cutters and scissors no bigger than her own hand. something half-done took up the entire left side of the table, with a measuring tape rolled up next to it. sayuri turned to the door once she heard it creak open.

"chaeyeon!" she beamed, placing the comb down on the table and leaving her seat. she moved across the room as if blown by the breeze, and did nothing to resist the strong urge to wrap chaeyeon up in a big hug. "i mean to say... princess chaeyeon," sayuri smiled apologetically, folding her hands in front of herself and bowing when she pulled away. "only, it’s been a while, your highness," sayuri smiled. a while. a few days. sayuri hadn’t blinked a second since she started working on chaeyeon’s commission. time tended to fly in the face of fun. 

"i've made strides with your request," she claimed confidently, "but i was having trouble with some measurements. oh—i hope you don't mind, i'd been walking all day and my feet were sore, so i asked your kind guards to let me in to sit for a moment." she spoke of it as if it were some small feat to slip past the royal guard; as if it were something she could have achieved without losing half her eyelashes in all the batting they’d done. she spoke as if all the messes of the world stopped existing at the door. "i was almost finished so i thought we—oh, have you had anything to eat tonight?"