how unfortunate.

with: @daulcwn​​ location: fortune teller shop in the diamond's town

jiae's knowledge of tarot is, admittedly, nonexistent. she knows there are cards and that each card has a meaning. she knows that a tarot reader will use these cards to predict what is going on in your life and what will happen in the future, or something like that.

there are people who believe these readings, and people who don't. jiae is the latter; it's a scam, she thinks, to take advantage of vulnerable people who are experiencing a period of struggling. 

and yet, for some reason, jiae finds herself leaving the fortune teller's shop in a sour mood, brows furrowed and lips set in a deep frown. what kind of a reading was that? what does that bastard know about jiae and her life? "you've been building on unstable foundations, chaos is upon you, your world will come crumbling down" blah blah blah. everyone probably gets similar false readings... right? right?

preoccupied in her thoughts, jiae bumps shoulders with someone right outside the shop. "sorry about that," she mumbles an apology, not even glancing at the man, before turning the corner. it's completely unlike her. usually, she would properly apologize even if it was just a commoner—it's all part of her image–but after a reading that basically said all her lies will lead to her downfall, she can't bring herself to do more than a vague head nod.

hips don’t lie

enjoying the fall harvest with @yuryecwn

if only it was every day that the kingdoms threw such festivities then perhaps daphne would be a little happier to consider herself a princess. it wasn't often that she had a chance to visit the kingdom of diamonds, yet one taste of life there had the princess wishing she could stay. the beautifully lit lanterns, the smell of fresh, piping hot meals, and the rhythmic tunes flowing through the crowds of people— it was enough to make daphne's heart scream. daphne didn't want the glitz and the glam that came with being a princess, she wanted this.

and the princess was glad that, out of everyone, she got to experience such an event with her very own friend, yurye. the two usually weren't spotted together, as daphne preferred to reach this specific friend through snail mail, but nonetheless, this was an opportunity she simply could not miss out on. a night of festivities with one of her longest-lasting friendships in the kingdom was what daphne considered to be real bonding. "what should we do first? shall we go to madam bari’s tavern for a quick bite? or perhaps we should. . ."

the princess couldn't help but notice the large crowd forming around what seemed to be a dance circle. how intriguing. the dance was no simple ballroom dance, no, it was something new— something exciting. "on second thought," daphne looked up at the prince. with so many letters passed between the two, one would think that the princess knew yurye's take on dancing, but surprisingly the princess couldn't seem to recall the topic ever being mentioned. was it too much to ask the prince to join her in a dance? she didn't want to run into the crowd alone! what if daphne ruined the choreography? she'd look like such a fool! and with all those eyes so fixated on the dancers, the princess's nerves got the best of her.

this was a test to see how strong their friendship really was. yurye wouldn't actually standby while daphne embarrassed herself, right? they were true friends, right?

daphne needed to convince yurye that this was a good idea. even if they tripped over their two feet, it was an experience worth sharing. besides, when the two were older they could look back on this moment and laugh. so she turned to him and put her big doe eyes into action. "yurye." ah, formalities. gotta add formalities to give it more oomph! "prince yurye," the princess pouted, "would you mind joining me over there? i would like to dance."

bottoms up.

with @sooincwn location: a restaurant in a diamond town

jiae is starting to regret every decision she has made tonight.

the fall harvest celebrations were promising—all the stalls lined along the streets, the music playing loudly in the square, the beautiful lanterns lighting up the night. jiae thinks she should have spent more time admiring the whole set up, or even chosen a different restaurant to grab a quick bite before participating in some of the festivities herself. maybe then she could have avoided this situation.

she has never done something like this before, nor did she ever imagine it would happen. with how image-conscious she is, jiae would quite honestly rather die than make a fool of herself in front of a crowd of strangers! but when the person standing beside her volunteers jiae for the drinking competition, her protests fall upon deaf, probably tipsy ears as she's ushered to the main table and pushed into the chair beside another girl.

she glances down the table at the other participants so far. as the restaurant owner explains the rules of the contest, a mixture of confident and thrilled faces greet her. jiae can’t relate; she's not much of a drinker, preferring to be in complete control of herself at all times. the last time she took more than a few sips of alcohol was... well... she can’t really remember, and she doesn’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. 

shit. her palms are sweaty. distraction, she needs a distraction.

leaning over closer to the girl beside her, jiae whispers, "do you think it's too late to back out now?” ugh, she hates how cowardly that sounds of her. jiae clears her throat, hoping her anxiety isn’t leaking into her voice as she continues jokingly, “i mean, i don't know if i can beat that guy over there." she points towards the end of the table at a man who grips his mug, excitedly waiting for the minute he can start drinking.