#lots of dark and heavy colors and textiles for his clothing
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The mostly-crazy darling of the Lunar court, Prince Jacin Clay-Blackburn!
Breaking my general pattern of posting the girls first so I have a little extra time to get my interpretation of Winter just right, so let's talk about Jacin.
Jacin approaches Winter's plot points with a certain characteristic gruff-ness, but he notably keeps her general kindness to the working class of Luna (something adjacent to what I think he'd have expressed in the books, if he wasn't so busy jacin-ing about winter). He's got lots of light, airy fabrics in his design, but retains something of a more fitted feel than winter to show this- big, billowy sleeves, but paired with well-tailored slacks. His wardrobe leans into lunar extravagance and almost ephemeral textiles in court, when he's actively trying to remain on "Levana"s good side (another thing he retains from the books- much more concerned than winter with remaining too small a nuisance to deal with- even if he inevitably fails because it isn't actually winters fault levana wants her dead).
Cinder | Kai | Cress | Thorne | Scarlet | Ze'ev | Winter
Original Au by @healing-winston-pratt
#lucy doodles#my art#fanart#lunar chronicles#reverse au#marissa meyer#the lunar chronicles#jacin clay#Lunar chronicles jacin#tlc jacin#lunar chronicles wolf#tlc wolf#ze'ev kesley#ref sheet#ok folk. how do we feel#i think jacin is sosososososososososo pretty#i just think that he should be too pretty for his own good#lots of light colors for his skin hair and eyes#and in my canon design for him#lots of dark and heavy colors and textiles for his clothing#and then it contrasts winter with her warm brown skin and dark curly hair and her light airy gowns and dresses#i have SO MANY feelings about winter and jacin guys#i want winter to be just right#fun fact i almost drew the scene where winter meets kai and decides to tease him with cinder but then it was too hard for a small doodle#so i abandoned it#ze'ev does not care for this man or his general vibe. please cease that (they will be best friends)#ok that is all my lucy rambles for the night. much love
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Pairing: Jimin x reader
Summary: After your parents died, you are the sole heiress to a booming electrical company, and your grandmother has put you to the task of making connections. Although, Park Jimin didn’t seem all too happy to see you.
Word count: 16.8k
Rating: M
Genre: fluff, angst, 1920s AU, non-idol AU
Warnings/Tags: Short, non-descriptive mentions of parental death and miscarriage (i.e. no gore or graphic material); so much angst; mentions of amnesia, apathy and heartbreak; lots and lots of kisses. It’s not really a hardcore story. I purposefully tried to keep my story from being too heavy.
Author’s note: This is my first BTS fanfiction, so please go easy on me. I tried my best at editing, so I apologize or any blaring grammatical errors or word misusage. If you liked it, please leave a comment or a heart. It’ll help me continue forward with my other projects 🥺👉🏻👈🏻Enjoy!
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You were the picture of perfect togetherness. Your grandmother had made sure of it. You must present yourself as the rightful heiress to the family fortune if you are to be accepted by these people. Rightful heiress? You’re the only heiress. These people can be quick to judge. No, really? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind all day. The maids had entered your room before the crack of dawn to get you ready for battle for a brunch that wouldn’t start for another several hours.
White satin T-strap shoes with crystal embellishments adorn your feet, which stand in a precise parallel position. White gloves fit perfectly to your fingers, hands fold neatly right over left, which hold your soft pink Chanel purse. Your loose, straight-fit dress of a matching color falls below your knees. Underneath are the ungodly itchy flesh-tone tights that you had despised since you bought them. Your hair, which is painstakingly curled and styled into a bob to the give the illusion of the short trendy hairstyle nowadays, was half-hidden under a white cloche hat. Pearls--all of which tapped with every step into the mansion of magnificent grandeur--adorned your ears, neck, and wrists.
It was hard to focus your eyes on anything in this place. At any point, dark rich colors of purple, red and dark brown jumped out to blind you, making you feel as though the sun didn’t come out this morning. Portraits upon portraits of the family line the walls, along with countless gold plaques. Oddly shaped awards and random busts perch on pedestals. Clearly the people who owned this house--the Parks--were not shy about displaying their achievements in the industry and within their family. But then again, who lived in the East Isles and didn’t have the main entrance of their home brag about their elite status for them?
You didn’t. Yes, because you weren’t a narcissist. You were also “new money.” Your family hadn’t been in the electrical business for generations... People seem to forget it’s still a relatively new thing.
To be honest, you didn’t really care you were here. The pomp and circumstance didn’t make your heart jump or your fists clench. In fact, nothing these days invoked much emotion from you. You’re not sure when you started feeling that way and why it was so prevalent. Maybe it was after your parents passed away a couple years ago. Your grandmother came to live with you to help you transition into your new life. You had asked her repeatedly how your parents died, but she never could bring herself to tell the story. You mourned your parent of course, but after a while, you just stopped feeling most emotion.
So, as you walk behind your grandmother--who was talking to Mrs. Park presumably--you wondered about the food you might get to eat. If anything brought you real satisfaction and pleasure from living this lifestyle, it was the meals. However, you don’t think scarfing down food will win you any points with these people today. Your job was to network today, make connections to build your way up in the world, or so your grandmother had put it. Once again, you didn’t care, but your grandmother very much. did. So, you decided that you would do your best for her. Your apathy may get you most days, but you know in your mind without a doubt that doing this for your grandmother would make her happy, thus should make you happy. Even if you didn’t feel it.
Hopefully, Hwasa, your life-long best friend, is here. She should be. After all, her family doesn’t own the largest portion of the country’s textile industry for nothing. She was always best dressed and loved getting a kick out of the other ladies gawking at her perfectly stitched clothes that were ahead of the trends.
“Y/n,” your grandmother calls, waving at you come forward to her side. You obey, and the butler opens the door, announcing your arrival. Good lord... You felt like fresh meat being served to the wolves. But, of course, the scene before you is masqueraded in pastel colors, silk furniture, glimmering flute glasses, and smiling faces to make the whole situation seem less grotesque than it felt.
You survey the room to find most eyes on you. Ladies piled around the couches in front of the open floor-to-ceiling windows had stopped chattering and sipping their tea. More of them clustered in small groups had stopped their conversation as well, some even daring to give you looks of disapproval. However, there were some that might as well have been deaf to the announcement, much to your gratitude. Young children still run around the room or played their games on the lawn just outside the open French doors. Old men continue with their odious laughter and cigar smoking. Even the young men don’t spare you more than a glance or two.
Except for one.
A young man with dark blond hair dressed in a dark blue suit, gently cradling a flute in his ringed hand. Perhaps more striking than his blue-gray eyes are his full pink lips, which were slightly parted to reveal one slightly crooked tooth in an otherwise perfect row of white teeth. You have never seen a man with a face such as his. But what is even odder is the way his eyes shone as he looks at you.
You tilt your head slightly, holding his stare. What a weird way to look at a stranger.
Your curiosity about his strange behavior only goes so far. Suddenly, the brightness on his face is gone, replaced with a deep frown and a scowl aimed towards his shoes.
So much for trying to appear approachable and “make connections.” You had not learned anyone’s names yet, and it was already going south.
Your grandmother tugs on your arm, steering you over to the ladies surrounding the couches. Then the introductions and small talk begin. You only had enough motivation to explain the premise of your family business and some future projects and contribute to some of the minor gossip being shared. You didn’t want to be doing this at all, but your grandmother had put in so much effort today to make sure this went swimmingly. She was also putting up with it so you and she could continue to live comfortably.
Every so often, you survey the room again. After almost two hours into this, the men have filed out, probably to have a crack at the gaming tables, and the children have been laid down for their afternoon naps. You thought you even needed a nap yourself. Or maybe it was the conversation. In any case, you excuse yourself to freshen up.
Once outside the room, you take a deep breath, inhaling the air free of heavy perfume and bad breath. You wonder around the seemingly endless hallways, looking at the paintings and occasional pieces of art. Anything to delay going back to the gathering.
Then, you hear harsh. whispering. Slowly, careful of the noise from your shoes against the floor, you approach the voices and peer around the corner.
To your surprise, it’s your best friend. She is talking furiously with a man, whose back is almost completely facing you, his hand propping himself against the wall not too far from her.
“Hwasa?” You call, stepping out completely from the corner. She jumps at her name, and the man stiffens. She looks over the man’s shoulder in your direction and smiles brightly at you.
“Y/n, is that you?” She steps around the man and greets you with a hug. “It’s so wonderful to see you! It has. been way too long.” You relish in the brief happiness you best friend’s hug gives you. Then, your smile falls. She notices when she pulls away and follows your line of vision.
He is looking directly at you. The young man who actually isn’t happy to see you after all. “I must be interrupting something,” you state blatantly. “You know, Hwasa if you wanted to be intimate with the son of the house, you should have demanded he take you to a less-traveled part of the home.”
They both look at you in surprise, and it’s enough to make you cringe. “How did you know he was the son?” Hwasa asks.
“The paintings.” You look around the hallways, twirling your finger. “Kind of obvious.” Hwasa lets out a laugh. The son breathes out a sigh--not sure if it’s relief or something else--and then chuckles to himself. “What’s so funny?” He stops but doesn’t respond. “Hwasa, your man is very rude.”
She smiles sweetly and laughs off your comment, “Oh, he’s not mine. I’m way above his standards. And I don’t like men who can’t bother to be polite and introduce himself properly to a new friend,” she hisses in his direction. “Come on, let’s have a proper introduction.” She grabs your hand to lead you closer to the man. “Y/n, this is Park Jimin. His family is in the metal industry--”
“Old family steel,” you mutter, but both fo them apparently hearing it.
Jimin looks at you curiously, “How’d you figure that? The paintings?”
You shrug, “I just knew that. Maybe it somehow came across my vision when I was admiring all the participation trophies at the door,” you say, with probably a little too much sarcasm. His eyebrows rose, and you saw Hwasa try to hold in a giggle. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Park.” I think. “I’ll just leave now, so you two can finish your private conversation.”
Hwasa stops you, her mood cheery again. Probably to mask the shocked and confused feelings coming from Mr. Park. “It’s alright, y/n. I need to do my pleasantries with those in the sitting room. Why don’t you get to know Jimin more? I find him to be one of the more tolerable ones in this lot. I’ll see you later.”
Once Hwasa is gone, you continue to look around the hallway, but Mr. Park is just staring at you as if he’s trying to figure you out. You notice he’s somewhat taller than you, his sun-kissed skin looking even deeper in color in this oddly lit hallway.
“Are you mind-reading skills working?”
He is caught off guard. “What?”
“I was wondering if you had discovered anything about me while you were burning holes into my head.”
He scoffs. “You’re awfully blunt.”
You simply shrug again. The emotionless part of you felt dominating today, so his comments and strange looks don’t affect you. You think back to Hwasa’s bright personality and heart-warming interaction when she greeted you. It sparked some brief brightness in your stoic heart, but only briefly.
He clears his throat, trying to fill some of the awkward silence that has blanketed the atmosphere. You look at him expectantly. He raises his eyebrows in response. “Y/n, may I ask you something?”
“Please address me as Miss Y/l/n as we’ve only just met.” You’re quick to speak. He shifts awkwardly on his feet. You soften your tone. “But go ahead.”
“Would you like to have dinner this Friday?”
“Dinner? Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Park?” You are taken back. What an incredulous question. And he had commented you were the blunt one...
“Uh...” He trails off, confusion rippling across his face. “Yes, I am.”
“Mr. Park, may I ask you something?” You don’t even give him the chance to nod. “When I first arrived, you seemed very unhappy, and dare I say, disgusted, at my presence, and now you’re asking me to have dinner with you?” It seems that Mr. Park is giving you quite the first impression as you feel anger start to flare in your chest.
His eyes widen in panic. “No, y/n--I mean Miss Y/l/n. Please do not misunderstand my earlier interaction.”
“Misunderstand? How could I have possibly misunderstood you when you looked directly at me and appeared as if I insulted you?” You fire back.
“I apologize. It was not like that. You just reminded me of someone who broke my heart.” He rushes out in a hurry to redeem himself. Well, it didn’t seem clear to him that he failed until a few moments later when he squeezed his eyes shut and palmed his forehead.
You practically gawk at him. “I’ll give you the effort of trying to save yourself Mr. Park, but I will not give you a second chance to redeem yourself over dinner.” And with that, you walk off, heels clicking against the mahogany floors.
What a spoiled boy. He’s probably never had a woman reject him before. It brought you satisfaction that you were probably the first. Never has a man looked at you with such distaste and then try to woo you with dinner. You don’t know what he wants from you, but he wasn’t going to get it.
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The rest of the gathering stretched into the late hours of the afternoon. You didn’t see Mr. Park or his parents for the rest of the day. Hwasa grabs you before leaving the party, telling you to meet her for lunch Friday on Brouton Street.
And you do, and it turns into more of a shopping spree than a lunch date. Not that you were complaining. You never complained when it came to shopping and trying on the latest fashion trends out of Europe. You stepped out of probably the thirteenth ship you’ve visited today when you notice it was already two pm, and you still haven’t eaten lunch yet. You were waiting outside the shop while Hwasa was paying for her new bracelet.
You survey the bustling street, thinking about what you wanted for lunch when you spot a pair of men that seem to have all the ladies giggling to themselves and their friends. Even wives are looking twice, much to the discomfort of their husbands who definitely noticed, but weren’t immune to looking a second time as well. As they got closer to you, your vision focuses.
Mr. Park.
You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes at the name. What a surprise. Next to him is a dark-haired young man you didn’t know. They were dressed to the nines, complete with hats and walking sticks--more for fashion rather than function.
They spot you, and the young man gives you a big, boxy smile and a wave. Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look around to make sure he wasn’t waving to someone else. By the time you stop looking around, they’ve approached you. The strange young man seems ecstatic to see you while Mr. Park looks embarrassed. Serves him right.
“Hello, Miss y/n.” The young man greets you enthusiastically.
You blink. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” And why didn’t you greet me formally, you wonder. You glance towards Mr. Park. His lips are pressed, hand tightening on your walking stick.
The young man laughs charmingly, but somewhat nervous. “Oh, right. It’s just... my friend, Jimin, here mentioned you!”
“Did he?” You smile, sweetly. Almost too sweetly. Mr. Park’s jaw clenches. “How did you know what I looked like?” You inquire further for the fun of it.
Mr. Park quickly cuts in. “I--we saw you b-back there,” he gestures down the sidewalk. “I said, oh that’s y/n--Miss y/l/n. We met the other day...” He looks anywhere else but at you in the eyes. You narrow your gaze at him.
The store’s door opens with the ring of a bell, and Hwasa joins you. “Taehyung! It’s so good to see you again.” She gives him a quick hug. You notice some of the other women walking around you are gawking or giving her death stares. “I hope your time in Paris was spent well. Have you met my best friend, Miss y/l/n? She’s new to town. Her parents made quite the fortune in the electrical sciences, and she is their sole heir. Y/n,” she gently wraps her arm around yours, “this is Kim Taehyung, a true artist. He has his own exhibit in Paris to display his work. He also dabbles a bit in photography.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim.” You smile.
“Please call me Taehyung. Mr. Kim is my father,” he laughs, showing off that boxy grin of his again. You have to admit he’s a very charismatic person.
“Alright, but please address me as Miss y/l/n for the time being. I understand Jimin may not have told you my last name, but I would hate to see his rudeness rub off on your seemingly polished character.” You tack on a smile at the end, hoping Mr. Park feels the jab.
Indeed, he does. Mr. Park sputters, muttering “polished” under his breath like it was the last word he’d use to describe Taehyung. You ignore him.
“Yes, Miss y/l/n.”
Hwasa interjects, “Well, y/n and I are famished. Would you both care to join us for a late lunch?” Before you could protest, Taehyung agrees enthusiastically. Hwasa takes his arm, leading the way back up the street. You pout. You wanted to eat with your best friend only, who you haven’t seen in forever. Mr. Park notices your sad expression and offers his arm to you. You simply look down, tightening your grip on your bags before following Taehyung and Hwasa.
Jimin rubs his face in frustration, watching you walk away without a second glance. He can’t keep tiptoeing around you. He made himself a royal fool and an ass last week at the gathering. He needed to fix this if he wanted to get closer to you.
Mr. Park catches up to your side. “Miss y/l/n,” he speaks politely.
“Yes?” You offer.
“I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I apologize if you find my behavior to be untoward. I was not very good at expressing myself the other day, and it bothers me greatly that you would think that I find you unpleasant when I really don’t.”
You consider his words. The apology was genuine, you know that. You also. know that he found you pretty. Or at least Hwasa had told you as much. You complained to her earlier about Mr. Park’s behavior at his. house. She had laughed, claiming it was because he found you attractive. You were confused as to what made her say that. She explained that you were all he could ask about before you found them in the hallway.
You didn’t know what to say. Hwasa wouldn’t lie to you. It certainly made your heart flutter that Mr. Park, an uncommonly handsome man--discounting his behavior--would find you attractive. You can’t say you didn’t stand in front of the mirror for a while after that figuring out what he liked about your appearance. In the end, you credited his odd behavior with the fact he found you pretty. While that did not excuse his rudeness, his present apology has rerouted the course of your thoughts. He genuinely seemed like he was trying to make amends.
“Alright, Mr. Park. I forgive you. I understand that sometimes introductions and first impressions can go awry. Especially if the man finds the woman astonishingly pretty and charming.” You gently fiddle with your diamond earring.
“Pretty?” he asks, chuckling.
You stop walking and turn towards him, “Do you not find me so?” Your tone is accusatory.
He looks a bit panicked. “No. I mean, yes. I--” You take a step closer.
“You what, Mr. Park?” You ask, looking into his blue-gray eyes, which are traveling all across your face before landing back to your eyes. Your brain has already started to take back every meaning you put to his apology.
“I think you’re more than pretty.” He finally breathes out, tension slipping from his shoulders.
Your heart pounds so heavily against your chest, your composure slips. A blush rises to your cheeks, partly from relief and partly from embarrassment. “I apologize,” you say, suddenly your voice much softer.
He didn’t seem to hear it. Instead, he smiles, eyes twinkling. “I think you’re very beautiful, Miss. y/l/n.” Oh, your mind blanks momentarily. Now you felt like the fool. Your cheeks become hotter, pulse racing faster. He said it with such nakedness. He didn’t beat around the bush about it or tease you into guessing how you looked in his eyes. You lay a hand on your cheek, surprised at the heat. Hopefully he would think it’s the weather. It has been unusually warm lately. Your flustered state is clearly evident. Mr. Park grins cutely at you. While your head is still swimming, trying to process the abrupt change in your interaction, he gently takes your shopping bags from you before shifting it to hold in his hand that holds the walking stick. He offers his arm again, “Shall we catch up with Taehyung and Miss Hwasa?”
Your eyes snap to his. Your cheeks are still flushed, lips parted.
Jimin thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s seen.
Suddenly, as if you fell into a drunk stupor but without the disorientation and wild behavior, you feel warm and… fuzzy, like you were covered in a soft blanket. You haven’t felt this kind of happy feeling in what seemed like forever. And he does look incredibly cute with the way he was smiling at you.
Returning the sentiment, you take his arm. The muscles hiding underneath his peach colored suit jacket felt strong in your hands.
You two leisurely stroll, having lost Hwasa and Taehyung after they turned the street corner.
“Do you know where we are eating?”
“This little French restaurant between Main and Central. Le Lacroix Pâtissier.”
He hums contently, “I love their almond croissants and apple tartlets.”
“Really? Those are my favorite dishes! Are those your favorite?”
He shakes his head. “But I had a friend who insisted I try them once, and I ended up really liking them.”
You were pleased. “You have good taste, Mr. Park.”
“Please, address me as Jimin.”
Your smile to yourself. “Okay, Jimin. Since we are moving onto a first name basis, you may address me as y/n.”
He repeats your name. It rolled softly off his tongue. You like how it sounds very much coming from him. And you, without knowing it, tightly your hold on his arm, leaning more into his solid form as you continue to the restaurant.
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After that Friday, you meet Jimin every week for several weeks at the same restaurant. First Taehyung and Hwasa joined you—you insisted Hwasa come with you to keep you from making a fool of yourself in front of Jimin—but after about two weeks, they claimed other commitments. However, you didn’t mind at that point. You grew really comfortable with Jimin. You talked about everything together—your favorite dishes and restaurants in town, your families and their businesses (okay, those were brief topics of discussion), your interests (you found out you both like dancing, upon which he offered to take you to a dance club sometime), your future plans… Of those, which then led course into deeper topics—marriage and love.
It was a strange conversation, and it wasn’t brought up during lunch. He actually had invited you over to his estate for tea and a meal of any foods that you could want—more of a change of scenery decision if anything. You were concerned that your favorite food might not be so favorite if you kept eating it for several weeks on end.
Following the delicious meal, he suggested a light walk outside. He led you out of the back of the mansion to the small private beach. You both kicked your shoes off, walking in the sand, letting the fine, white grains sift over your toes. You two strolled side by side, enjoying the sun’s warm on your faces, the summer air and each other’s company.
Then, Jimin had asks the question. “Has your grandmother proposed that you marry anyone yet?”
You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “My grandmother wouldn’t put that out there. At least not yet. I think she thinks it would be too soon after the accident.”
Jimin turns sharply towards you, concerning etching lines into his handsome face. “Accident?”
You nod sadly. “Yes. My grandmother told me I fell down the stairs several months ago, and I hit my head. She said it had frightened everyone we knew. She was concerned about my recovery from it all. I don’t think I’ll get married until life returns to normal,” you trial off. “But, actually… I don’t really know what normal is anymore. Not after the accident. It’s like I woke up in the completely different world, and I don’t know what I’m doing. There’s always this awkwardness I can’t get past. It’s like I’m walking on eggshells.”
You weren’t sure why you were telling Jimin all this, but you knew you could tell him, and he wouldn’t make fun of you for it. He wasn’t that kind of person. He seemed very open with you, so you supposed that in your heart, you could be vulnerable with him too.
After the silence became too long, you looked up from your feet and saw Jimin wiping at his eyes. “Jimin, are you crying?” You lay a hand on his arm to stop him from walking any further, and step in front of him. He bows his head lower, and you crane your neck to the side to try to see his face. After a few moments, he breathes in deeply, bringing his head up. He looks at you with eyes, pink and puffy from rubbing at them, and a slight upturn of his lips accompanied by a chuckle.
“The sand and salt keep getting in my eyes. That’s all.”
“Would you like to go back inside?” He shook his head. “Are you sure?”
“No, no, I’m alright. I’m sure I’ll be okay now.” He smiles at you, attempting to reassure you. He blinked away the redness in his eyes. Besides, you look too beautiful in the setting sun for us to leave, was what he wanted to add.
You return his smile. Then, you’re just staring at each other, taking in the colors the evening sky paints on your skins and in your eyes. Then, you ask him, “What about you, Park Jimin? Has your mother arranged you to marry anyone?”
“She did once, to the daughter of a man who owned a successful old railroad company.” He admits.
“Are you still to marry her?”
“No,” he hurriedly states. “I didn’t want to from the start. I eventually pushed it off enough that they let it go. They said they couldn’t wait around forever.”
“Why didn’t you want to? I’d assume a business like that would pile onto your wealth, and she couldn’t have been that hideous.” You inwardly cringe. Why would you try to reason with him?
He laughs, almost bitterly. “You wound me, y/n. To think that I would think about money and looks to be the top priority in finding a wife.” You open your mouth to assure him you don’t think so lowly of him, but he beats you to it. “But I know that’s not like that. You merely considering the things we have to think about in our world. And I know that’s not how you truly think either. I know you wouldn’t marry for money.” You hadn’t realized how close he was until he was gazing intently into your eyes.
“Then what would I marry for?” A soft, curious question.
“Love.” There is no hesitation in his response. He believes it whole-heartedly. Then, he pulls away. “Just as I once tried to do.” He reaches down in the sand, picking up a shell.
You didn’t expect that. “What happened to her?” Jimin’s jaw clenches and unclenches, but not in anger. This was really difficult for him. You suddenly regret asking about it.
Then, he says, “She left. And I haven’t heard from or seen her since three months after I proposed to her.”
“Why would she leave?”
He shook his head, “I don’t think she had a say in leaving, and so she left quietly.” He gently brushes the grains of sand from the shell, exposing its pure white and rose color.
“I’m so sorry, Jimin,” you say after several moments of silence. I’d never imagined that something so horrible could happen to two people in love.”
He rakes a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter anymore though. What is done is done, and I can only move forward to find that love again. Except this time, I’m never letting it escape from me so easily.” He sounds resolute, so sure of himself and you can’t help but admire him. He smiles, holding the bonnet shell out to you.
You accept it gratefully, pleased with the small gift. Glancing at Jimin, you see his cheeks have turned pink. Your mouth curves into a smile. You take his hand in both of yours, the shell pressed between your palm and his. His skin feels smooth, and although his hands are smaller than the average, they feel no less strong and comforting. You squeeze his hand lightly in comfort. The bonnet shell imprints a small circle in each of your hands, serving as a little promise of your connection with him. “You’re a good man, Park Jimin. And I hope you find what you’re looking for.” He smiles at you sweetly. But to his unhappiness, you let go of his hand much sooner than he thought you would. However, it didn’t take long before you realized how much you missed it too.
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You don’t see Jimin for the next week and a half. He left to accompany his father out West for several days to learn more about the family business. When he mentioned it, you couldn’t help but pout, which he immediately felt guilty about. He told you that he’d very much make up for the missed Friday lunch tenfold. He promised the next Friday lunch you two would have all the food, chatter and enjoyment as a month’s worth of lunches. Upon this, you giggled and said you would expect nothing less.
During the days he was out of town, you quickly grew to miss his company. After only missing one lunch, you quickly realized how much more time in the week you wanted to spend with him. Those lunches on Fridays, along with the regular community gatherings, just weren’t enough. You wanted to see him every day. He brought brightness back into your days, made you feel warmth and happiness again. And when he talks with you about the hard stuff in life and is so honest with you, it’s like he’s filling in the empty spots in your life. Where your lifestyle of material and money is only the surface of your being, Jimin looks deeper and sees you as the person you are. He never wants to talk about business or money. He always wants to know about you. And you can’t ignore the way your heart flutters when you’re answering one of those many questions about yourself and you catch him so content listening to you.
He would relax in his chair, head slightly tilted to the side, lips turned up in a pleasant smile, his eyes gleaming with interest and admiration. Never once would he look away from you when you spoke. You always had his undivided attention. And the more and more you think about, you love it. His caring heart towards you, his kind words and gentle soul, the ability to be open around him.
But it was also more than that.
You like Jimin so much that you feel you’ve known each other longer than four months. It feels like a lifetime that you’ve known him.
You told Hwasa about it one afternoon while painting in the sunroom of your home, unsure what it meant. She merely giggled at you and said, “Y/n, you’re falling in love. And you know it, too.” You did know in your heart, but you couldn’t help but feel the shock of it all. But also, the doubt given your circumstances.
“But Hwasa, how do I know what love feels like? I feel empty most of the time. I don’t even know if I can know what love is.”
Hwasa stopped you right there, “I know where this is coming from, but you don’t have to you worry about that. No one knows what love feels like until it hits them. Besides, you just told me that Jimin makes you so happy and you miss him so much when he’s not here. Trust me, don’t think I don’t see the moping you’ve done for the past couple days. That’s emotion. You’re feeling everything for him with your heart, and there’s no reason to doubt that, no matter what.” And that was why you loved your best friend so much. She was a grounding force and always has been since the accident. Always a level-headed thinker and confident woman. A true role-model. You gave her the biggest hug, thankful for her friendship. Without her, you thought you would have reasoned yourself out of your love for Jimin.
Finally, after said week and a half, you are walking with Hwasa and your grandmother in The Grand Hotel for a large gathering of all the affluent families in the East Isles.
Of course, you and all the other ladies wouldn’t be in the same room as the men. Instead, the women would be drinking tea, tasting little cakes, gossiping and playing a few rounds of light-hearted card playing while the men ate their hearts out and smoked cigars while testing their gambling skills. They would talk of business, family dealings, blah, blah, blah.
Just as the last of everyone was filing into their respective places, you were trailing behind Hwasa and your grandmother to the tearoom. Then you felt a hand grasp your arm.
You gasp, whipping around to see Jimin with a playful look on his face. Your face breaks into the biggest smile, and he pulls you into an empty hallway in the hotel. When he let go of your hand, you pull him into a hug. “I missed you, Jimin.”
He hugs you back with equal the comfort and emotion, his strong arms pulling you tightly to him. “I missed you as well.” He pulls away and that’s when you noticed his disheveled state.
“Oh, my goodness. Jimin, did you just come from the train station? Your collar isn’t even straight.” You grasp the edges and aid him in fixing it.
“I apologize for the long trip, but it gave me enough time to think about how I’m going to make up for it.” He smirks lightheartedly.
“Oh, really? How?” You asked curiously, smile creeping up on your face. You finish with his collar and brush your hands down his shoulders and arms to smooth out the wrinkles in his jacket.
“We’re going on a picnic tomorrow at the best place in the East Isles. I’ll pick you up tomorrow from your house around lunch time.” He looks hopeful about the idea, but you can’t help but figure from the confidence he exudes that he already knows you’ll agree.
You bite your lip to prevent from smiling too much like a fool. “Okay! That sounds wonderful. I can’t wait.” You dare yourself and kiss his cheek quickly. You’re about to dash off before he could see your face turn scarlet, but he catches your wrist.
He slides his fingers down to grasp yours before bringing the back of your hand to his lips. They press a soft kiss there. He keeps his eyes on you, and your heart won’t stop fluttering. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he smiled at you in farewell.
You practically skipped to the tea hall.
Once there, you sit with Hwasa at a table with four other finely dressed girls. “Oh, good you’re here y/n. We were just about to start.” She hands you a little stack of cards. All of you begin shuffling and laying out cards onto the table as the game begins.
The red-haired girl dressed in a powdery blue color directly across from you seems smug. Hwasa notices it too. “Something you would like to say Florence?” You remark.
She shrugs her shoulders, but the smirk doesn’t leave her face. “I think I’ll be married by spring.”
“Oh! I suppose congratulations are in order then. Who’s the lucky man?” The petite girl at the end of the table chimes in.
“None other than Park Jimin, of course.” Your blood turns to cold steel in your veins. It takes every effort for you not to reveal too much of yourself. Hwasa stiffens next to you. “What other man is there to marry?” Florence has turned her attention directly to you, eyes flashing with spite. Your eyes narrow only enough that she would notice. What was she going on about? Did she know about the time you were spending with Jimin?
Thankfully, being the well-versed girl Hwasa is in social graces, she merely laughs. “Florence, you are funny. Park Jimin has not committed himself to a woman since he was rumored to be in love with someone almost two years ago.” You felt your head swim. Did Hwasa know about Jimin’s lost love too? She was pretty close with Taehyung, who was close with Jimin. Maybe she only knew the rumor. Regardless, your heated rage turns cold, remembering how devastated Jimin looked talking about her.
“Doesn’t matter,” Florence sneers. “Clearly she is long gone. Or maybe she never existed in the first place. I heard a rumor he was using that as an excuse to get out of his previous arranged marriage anyway.”
Hwasa raises her eyebrows, her gaze scrutinizing. “And now you’re saying you’ve magically brought Park Jimin out of his despair and you two are hopelessly in love?” Hwasa harshly fingered the edges of her cards.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” She replies with bittersweet venom. “Try not to get jealous, Hwasa. I’m sure Taehyung will propose to you when he finally impresses your father with a fortune earned from his artistic talents. Although I don’t know how long that will take. I heard his exhibit caught on fire last month, torching most of his work. A shame he will have to start over…” Your eyes snapped to Hwasa. She hadn’t told you about the fire. Nor did she ever mention just how close her and Taehyung were.
“Florence,” Hwasa tosses her cards on the table, the paper landing with a smack on the polished wood. “I need you to get your head out of your ass for a minute and listen carefully to what I have to say.” You are shocked at her choice of words. Some women at the table behind you glare in Hwasa’s direction, but she ignores them. “Firstly, Taehyung and I are not getting married. We are close friends.” Florence falsely pouts. “Secondly, Taehyung has more talent and grace in his pinky finger than you have in your entire body and then some. So, I suggest you shut that trap of yours before you wake up and find every single one of your father’s department stores foreclosed.” Florence’s face was the perfect cross of fear and royal anger. With that, Hwasa straightens her spine and stands up. “If you are confused about what I said, I hope you figure it out because I won’t be repeating myself.” Her red-painted lips are set in a deep frown, most of her rage having left her. She heads for the door, her shoes clacking loudly from her firm steps on the marble floor. Most of the women in the room have paused their games to watch her leave, some even going as far to disapprove of her sour attitude.
“Poor Hwasa. She’ll die an old maid if she keeps that attitude.” Florence remarks with unrestrained smugness. You are ready to slap her into next week for her treatment of your best friend. It’s time she gets a reality check.
“I don’t think you should be wasting your time worrying about the wrong person,” you say coolly.
She scoffs, “Is that right, y/n? If I shouldn’t be worrying about Hwasa, who should I be worried about?”
“Yourself, obviously. I forgot that you can’t put two and two together. I’ll remember next time to spell it out directly for you.”
“Get to the point,” she hisses.
You lay your cards down and fold your hands neatly on the table. “My point is you’re not marrying Jimin. Not in the spring, not in the year, not in your lifetime.” Florence’s face nearly matches her hair color. “In fact, I dare say Jimin doesn’t even know that you are planning to ask him for his hand.”
“I won’t be the one asking, you stupid girl. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be begging me to marry him.”
You force a smile. “If you insist. I’ll just give him a fair warning about his eminent doom tomorrow during our picnic date.” Florence’s expression twists into surprise. “Oh, and while we’re on the topic of you, I’ll mention how I accidently walked in on you and—what was his name?” You tap a finger thoughtfully to your chin. “John Withers!” You snap your fingers. “You two were in quite the predicament at his sister’s birthday a few months ago. Petting parties and dancing tongues and all that.” Florence gapes at you like a fish, her face overtaken with terror. The other girls looked at her in shock.
Caught in a lie.
You smirk. Your work here was done. Gathering your purse, you send a wink her way before strutting out of the tea hall. You knew you had hundreds of eyes on you, including your grandmother’s. You know you’re going to owe here an explanation later. Everyone in the room probably heard what you said about you and Jimin, but you could care less. You never had such pleasure in telling someone off.
You find Hwasa standing outside in the hotel courtyard smoking a cigarette. She sees the look on your face as you approach, and she grins wickedly. “What did you do?”
“I may have called her out on her lie and mentioned me spending time with Jimin. You should have been in there. Her face was priceless.”
“That’s my girl,” she takes another drag from her cigarette. “Want one? Special edition tobacco. Tae got them for me in France.”
You consider it, eyeing the delicately arranged rolls in the silver case. “Sure. I think I’ve earned it.” Hwasa laughs, handing you a roll and helping you light it. You feel your body release all the rage and spite with each pull. As you eye the cigarette in your fingers, you can’t help but think about what was said about Hwasa and Taehyung’s relationship. They were awfully close, and you had to admit the idea of them marrying had come across your mind sometimes. You had no idea about Taehyung’s finances or career, or even that his relationship with Hwasa was enough to warrant her father’s attention. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Hwasa; however, at the same time, you knew she’d test her father’s patience to its limits. She’d refuse every single marriage he’d set until he gave up. It didn’t matter if she didn’t marry. She had an older brother who would inherit the family business and take over. You wonder if this was a part of her plan. Even if she and Taehyung didn’t marry, they would be lifelong companions.
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“She said that?” Jimin yells over the vroom of the engine. He throws his head back and laughs. “I’ve never heard such a lie before. I was the one who first caught her and John Withers together. They were having a petting party in the back of his car during a party a few years ago.”
“Really?” You yell back, holding onto your hat. “That’s so disgusting! I’ve seen him before, and he’s so greasy looking.” You make a face of sheer disgust, making Jimin laugh even harder.
“Yeah, he is! But, y/n, are you sure she wasn’t just saying something like that to get a rouse out of you?” He inquires, one hand relaxing on the steering well as he drives. “From what you’ve told me how she acts towards you it seems that way.”
“I have no idea! I really don’t know what the whole point of that conversation was,” you laugh. “Even if she was, I don’t care. I like you a lot Jimin, and I wasn’t about to let some girl try and spread false rumors about you.” You look out the car, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.
“Y/n,” he calls you. You turned your head, looking over your sunglasses at him, with your hand resting against your cheek. You answer with a small hum. Between the road and you, he spent as much time as he could gazing at you. Despite his own pair of dark sunglasses, you could still see joy twinkling in his eyes. “I like you a lot too,” he finally says. It did nothing to slow your racing heart or help you cool down, but you didn’t care. Not with the way he could barely keep his eyes off you.
You bite you lip, barely suppressing a huge smile. You lean back in your seat, gazing up at the blue June sky. It was a perfect day for your picnic with Jimin. Not a cloud in sight. A slight breeze blowing through every now and again to relieve you of the sun’s beating rays. The tall grass fields dotted with white and yellow flowers made soft hushing sounds with the wind.
Soon, you and Jimin arrive at the place he promised was the most beautiful place in the East Isles. And it was beyond beautiful. Jimin opens your door and takes you hand to help you out of the car. He was pleased to see your expression of awe as you took in the scene in front of you.
Flowers of all colors poke through the grass—a luscious green carpet—and lead to a small, crystal clear river. The water flows gently after soft brown rocks and into a pond at the end. Birds chirp, some of them chasing each other in the air before perching on the delicate branches of nearby trees. You think this is heaven.
Jimin grabs a large basket and blanket from the car. You seemed entranced by the scenery, and he giggles at your reaction. He slides his fingers down the back of your hand, breaking you from your trance, and threads them with yours. He leads you further into the grass to a perfect spot partially shaded by foliage. He expertly unfolds a thick blanket onto the grass and unpacks the basket, pulling out plates of all your favorite foods and wine. You kick off your shoes and sit down on the blanket, fixing your skirt to neatly cover your legs.
“I didn’t know what you wanted to eat, so I just had everything made that I know you like,” he smiles sheepishly.
“You must have been taking notes after our meals.”
“That and I feel like I know you well enough that if I had to guess out of these foods is your favorite I could.”
“Really?” You challenge, chewing on some grapes. “Which one then?”
“The cheese Danish,” he states without hesitation.
“Nothing else?”
“No, just the pastry itself. Even if you were in a new place with the most fantastic patisseries in the world, you would always go with a cheese Danish.” He replies with such confidence. He knew you so well.
You smile in delight. “I see your mind-reading skills have improved Park Jimin,” you tease, grabbing the cheese Danish from its plate and taking a huge bite out of it. Jimin laughs at your expression when some of cheese falls out of the pastry due to your aggressive eating and you try to catch it. He hands you a cloth napkin to wipe your hands.
“You’re going to spoil lunch!” he joked. “I have proper lunch dishes to eat before dessert. Glazed salmon with a spring mix salad and raspberry walnut dressing?” he offers.
“Yes please,” you grab the plate excitedly, your mouth watering at the sight of such a delicious looking lunch. You and Jimin eat through the first dish with ease, both admitting to each other that you each had skipped breakfast this morning in order to eat lots of food during your picnic. Then, you finally got to eat your cheese Danish, savoring every bite. After your stomachs were nearly full, you both drank wine, nibbling on an assortment of grapes, cheese and buttery crackers. You and he moved to the bank of the river, letting the water move soothingly over your feet. Conversation flowed with ease, discussing literally about everything that popped into your mind or led from one topic to another. Somehow you had gotten from topics like how you had a green thumb as a child and how you would be upset every time the birds ate the seeds you freshly planted to Jimin helping a man fix his car when in broke in the middle of downtown the other day. The man offered Jimin to take one of the puppies his dog gave birth too recently as a thank you.
“And you didn’t pick one?” You ask, surprised.
He laughs. “No, I said I didn’t need a puppy.”
“What about me? I wanted a puppy,” you deadpan.
Jimin’s face morphs into bewilderment. “You’ve never said to me that you wanted a puppy!”
You giggle at his reaction, putting a hand on his arm. “I’m teasing you, Jimin. I don’t expect you to think of me all the time.”
“But I do think about you all time. I should have picked one.” He rubs a hand over his face in frustration and regret.
“Jimin, it’s okay! I was only giving you a hard time.” You push his hand out of the way from his face and gently brush away the hair that had fallen into his eyes.
He watches your face as you focus on fixing his hair. Then his eyes slide to the hat on your head. He hates how you covered your hair with that ridiculous accessory. He knew about your voluminous curls that were pinned and restrained to the current trend. It made him unhappy.
He pulls your hat from your head and tossed away somewhere in the grass. “Jimin, what are you…” you trail off as he begins to pull the pins from under your hair. Somehow, he knew where each one was, as if he’d done it a million times.
As he removes each pin and your hair falls over your shoulders, he keeps his eyes on your face, gazing into the mesmerizing dark caramel color of your eyes. A blush paints your cheekbones. Slowly, you become your real self—the one that Jimin knew so well, but you had forgotten about.
When the last pin was removed, Jimin smiled lovingly at you. “I like your hair down. You shouldn’t wear it up so much. I love your curly hair. It kind of reminds me of one of the puppies I saw.”
“It had soft curly hair like mine?”
“Yes. The man said they were called Lagotto Romagnolo dogs. Ironically, they’re an Italian breed, but I only found that out after I said to the man, they sounded like a type of pasta dish.” Jimin explains, and you laugh softly. Comfortable silence fell upon the atmosphere. The sun warms your back, and the trickle of the river soothes you into an almost sleepy state. You turn your head and lay it on Jimin’s shoulder.
You sit there like that for several minutes, watching nature go about its day, sipping on your wine. Your wine glass then becomes empty, and you say as much. Jimin said he would get you some more, gently laying a kiss against your hair. Any relaxation you felt from the wine dissipates and your nerves spark. You lift your head up, and Jimin swoops in for a kiss on the cheek. He smiles cleverly, grabbing your wine glass from your hand before getting up to fill it with more wine. You couldn’t help tracking him with your gaze. From your sitting position, you finally get a good view of his body, particularly his backside. It’s a nice backside, you thought to yourself. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glances over his shoulder and totally catches you checking him out. He winks at you, and you shyly shift your gaze to the river.
Suddenly, your head feels so fuzzy. Your mind drifts, like you’re falling into a dream. You rub the heel of your palm against your temple, squeezing your eyes shut. When the sensation passes, you open them again, gazing back into the water.
Then, a dream comes to you, and it’s such a vivid dream.
You and Jimin are in the river, splashing water at each other. He wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you to his naked chest, he spins you in circles in the water.
The sensation in your head turns into a pounding, and you gasp at the pain. You lay your hand against your forehead, your skin feeling hot. You feel your pulse beating against the side of your neck. You twist in your seat, craning to see Jimin. He’s putting the cork back in the bottle. He looks up and smiles sweetly at you.
Another dream flashes before your eyes. You see the bodies of a man and a woman locked in a passionate embrace, kissing and holding tightly to each other. Underneath the woman is a familiar blanket and patch of wildflowers.
Then, it’s gone and so it the pain. Jimin’s face with creased with concern. He jogs over, abandoning the wine glasses. He kneels in front of you. “Y/n, what’s wrong? You look hurt.” He searches your face, your arms, your legs, your torso. But he finds nothing wrong with you.
That was because nothing was wrong.
You were remembering. Everything.
You pull Jimin in for a kiss, and your world bursts into a kaleidoscope of memories.
All of them were so vivid.
Your parents. How your father’s electrical business took flight. The money and the new lifestyle that came with it. Hwasa and the dance clubs. The parties and gatherings for tea. And then Jimin—he was in most of them.
The first time you met him, almost five years ago, similar to the situation months age when you “first met” him at his estate, being presented as new money. Except he never looked away from you when you walked in the room. He looked at you with the gleam in his eye like he does now, as if he’d fallen in love with you right then. And you too had found it difficult to look away. He was so handsome. Dressed in a black suit, with the pants so perfectly fitted that it made his legs look unbelievably long. His hair was styled to expose his beautiful face to the world. It was much darker back then, making his blue-gray eyes even more striking.
You had met him every chance you got. You were both inseparable. He was always so polite and sweet. Then, one night he confessed to you under the moonlight at the architectural park downtown and gave you the best kiss of your life. You secretly met up for picnics and boat rides, soaking in the luxurious things in life together, making happy memories. And you fell deeply in love. You had even gone to this place—the meadow with the crystal river. Jimin insisted taking a swim, immediately stripping down. You were worried someone might catch you, but he owned this land and assured you that no one would disturb you two. You looked away when he removed all his clothes before entering the water, and you insisted Jimin do the same. And he did. You remember the exhilaration thrumming in your bones when you removed the last of your undergarments. Never in your life had you imagined that you would be walking in a meadow and swimming in a river stark naked, much less in front of a man you weren’t married too.
When you got in the water, it was chilly, and you had said as much. Jimin had offered to warm you with a suggestive smirk. You had felt boneless at the thought but decided to tease him instead. You smiled mischievously before splashing him with water. Thus, a water battle ensued, and he ended up capturing you in his arms and tickled you to death. After admitting that you teased him on purpose, he finally stopped tickling you and insisted he just hold you in the water. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you rested your head on his solid chest. He pulled you around the pond, humming and laying the occasional kiss on your head. You complained that you were getting too cold and hopped out of the water onto the picnic blanket.
You flopped down on your back, smiling up at the sky. Jimin laid down next to you on his side, head propped up on his hand so he could look at you. Water droplets fell from the ends of his dark wet hair and collected on his skin. You turned your head towards him and offered a soft smile. You reached your hand closest to him and brushed it soothingly on his forehead, pushing his hair from his eyes, which were slowly taking in your body. His eyes had grown darker with passion each passing second. Eyes locked on yours, he placed his hand over your heart, feeling the fast racing of it. Jimin saw your expression change, more reflective of his. “Jimin.” Your hand moved to his full lips, stroking the bottom one with the pad of your finger. “Please.” He leaned forward, kissing you passionately. Jimin conveyed his love with every touch.
Your one and only true love.
You feel your soul rush back into your present body, pulling away from Jimin. You were breathless and panting. His eyebrows are scrunched together in worry, eyes bright with fear “Jimin, I remember. I remember everything,” you rush out.
A million emotions flash across his face—happiness, sadness, confusion, fear, joy, pain, relief, but love outshines all of them. Tears form in his eyes that quickly fall down his cheeks. You feel your own tears on your face.
He cups your face in his bands, thumbs wiping away the tears. “What are you feeling? Tell me.” He speaks so softly, and it breaks your heart.
“Everything. I remember everything that I couldn’t from when my father’s company succeeded until now. I can’t explain it. I remembered things. I didn’t feel like I had any gaps in my memory before. It’s like I couldn’t remember that I was missing memories of you, my parents and my friends.
“I… I didn’t just fall down the steps, did I?” You ask. He shakes his head gravely. “I was in a car accident.” And as you explain the details, you see it clearly in your mind’s eye.
You were driving home with parents after a weekend getaway to the coast. Your dad was stressed and needed to get out of the city. After the weekend was over, you were riding in the car with your parents back into the city. Your dad was driving the car over the bridge when another car smashed into your family’s vehicle. Everything happened so quickly, you don’t remember seeing your parents. All you remember was falling so far, so fast and then hitting the ground before blacking out. Then, you woke up in the hospital with your grandmother by your side surrounded by doctors.
“My parents died that night, didn’t they?” Your voice cracks with the question.
Jimin frowns deeply. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”
“I already knew they were dead, but not how they died or when.” Then, you see their faces in your mind. “Mom… Dad…” you sob, covering your mouth to prevent from crying out. The full force of the loss hits you. Jimin quickly situates you into his hold, grounding you while you grieve for your parents.
You remember the family meals and time you spent together; the happiness on dad’s face when the business took off; the times when your parents got on your nerves, and now you wish you hadn’t argued with them so harshly; all the times you had mom-daughter and dad-daughter conversations. It all ended too soon.
You’re not sure how long you cried before you finally calmed down. Jimin was rocking you gently, cheek against the top of your head. The sun had started to go down. Jimin finally speaks, his voice forlorn.
“I went and saw you in the hospital. I heard what happened the next day. I hadn’t seen or heard from you. I called your house so many times, but no one answered. So, I went over there, and your staff had gotten a call from the police. They said your parents had died in the crash. I grieved for them.
“But you had managed to survive. Somehow by some miracle, you landed on a wooden platform not too far below the bridge. I thought they were going to say you fell in the icy water and that they wouldn’t find you. They took you to hospital, and you were unconscious.
“I visited you every day. I brought you your favorite flowers. I held your hand and told you everything I loved about you. And that I wanted you to wake up so badly so I can hear your voice and fully convince myself that you were still here. You didn’t wake up for almost a month. When you did, I was on my way to see you. I heard your voice from down the hallway. I was so excited. Finally, I could hear your voice again and kiss you. But, as I got to the door, the doctors had been explaining your condition to your grandmother.
“You suffered a serious brain injury and had amnesia. They assessed you couldn’t remember what happened in the last two or three years with other long-term memories having been forgotten. They found you could no longer associate emotions with most of your memories anymore. After the doctors left, you had already fallen back asleep. Your grandmother saw me and stopped me at the door. She knew that I had heard everything, and she insisted that I stop visiting. You hadn’t asked for me, and that based on the doctor’s evaluation, it was unlikely you remembered me at all. I didn’t know what to do. I thought I should have been in there, trying to help you remember, but your grandmother forbade it. And, in the end, she was right.
“You had just gone through so much, a lot of it you didn’t remember. You didn’t need me, someone you would have thought was a stranger, to come in and try to convince you that we were in love. It wouldn’t have brought you back. I wanted you to love me, not because I told you, you did, but because you do. I wanted to give you the chance to discover love again. Whether it was with me or not.
“It killed me to see you walk into my house again, several months after the accident, and reintroduce yourself and everyone pretend as if they didn’t know what a wonderful person you are. That day a couple months ago, when I had seen you… It was like seeing you again for the very first time. Then I was reminded I had lost you, but you were still here, not knowing that you still had me in the palm of your hand.” He softly circles his fingertips on your palm. “Besides,” he smiles ruefully, “what would you have done if I came up to you and said I was your fiancé?”
You hiccup from your tears, “Fiancé?”
Jimin swallows thickly, nodding. “Yes. I had proposed to you that Christmas. We were in the sitting room in front of the tree. We were just sitting there. You were looking at the candles and ornaments on the tree, commenting how pretty they were and that you’d want Christmas to be this beautiful and peaceful in your own house one day. When you said that, it made the ring that I had kept in my pocket for weeks feel heavier, and my heart was racing so fast I thought you would have thought something was wrong. But nothing was wrong. I was with the most beautiful, kind, intelligent woman in the world, and I wanted nothing more than to be in the future she was talking about. So, I got down on one knee and asked you, y/n y/l/n, to marry me—to allow me the honor of cherishing you every single day until our last.”
“And I said, ‘Yes, I will marry you.’” You sob, but it’s happy tears.
“And I kissed you and told you I would never leave your side ever, no matter what came our way. I guess I just hadn’t imagined that, that something would come so quick and with so much loss.”
You looked deep into his eyes, soothingly caressing the side of his face. “I’m here now Jimin. And I promise I’ll never leave you again.” You had forgotten the most beautiful moments in life—your memories of your parents, Hwasa, and Jimin—but you didn’t know that you had. And ever so slowly, Jimin was bringing you back to him.
However, despite your promising words, he was holding back something. He got choked up again, fresh tears shining in his eyes. He let out a shuttering breath, “Y/n, there’s something else about those months leading up to the accident.”
You trembled, anxiety lighting every nerve. “What is it?”
He covered your hand on his face with his and wiped at his eyes with his other hand. It took him a few moments to gather himself to say it, and it came as a shock—
“You were pregnant.”
Your world stilled and began to spin. “I was pregnant…” You repeat it quietly to yourself. Your mind spun into the kaleidoscope of memories again. You remember you hadn’t asked for your napkins at the beginning of the new year. You remember telling your mom about your missed cycles and explaining to her that you and Jimin had already been together before. You hadn’t told Jimin yet because you didn’t want to tell him until you saw a doctor and said it was official. And you and she were going to tell your father about it, but he was so stressed when he got home. That was the Friday of the weekend getaway. You both decided that you would tell him together when you got back home on Sunday you when he was in a better mood. Except that never happened.
“The doctor had said you were 12 weeks along. It made sense. After I proposed to you that night, we made love, but we decided not to use protection that time. I was so excited I didn’t think to ask if you were taking a contraceptive medicine. I assumed you were, so I didn’t think about it. You didn’t even show at all during those 12 weeks. The only way the doctors found out was because you miscarried. The trauma from the accident was too much for your body, so the baby…” Jimin couldn’t say it, breaking down into sobs. It was still too much for him to talk about.
And for you. You began to cry as well. “I’m sorry, Jimin that I couldn’t protect our baby.”
Jimin hushed you immediately, looking deep into your eyes. “This wasn’t your fault, y/n. You have to know that and believe that. I would never blame you for what happened. I’m not upset that you didn’t tell me because you weren’t ready to yet. And that’s okay. I mourn our son or daughter every day, and I still love them as much as when I found out they had existed and as if they were here.”
You cried for the loss of your parents and the pain your grandmother felt of losing her son and daughter-in-law. You cried for your unborn baby. You cried for Jimin, who had to hold in everything he knew and felt so you could figure out who you were again. He could have told you he was your fiancé but didn’t because he wanted you to love him and accept his love without controlling your heart.
“I know we’ll never be the same people before the car crash, but that doesn’t matter. I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n. And if that meant we would have to start over and fall in love all over again, I would do it a million and ten times more. I was reminded of things about you that I had forgotten that I shouldn’t have and the little things in the experiences that we have together that made me love you all the more. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jimin. Even when I couldn’t remember anything, I was falling in love with you.” He kisses you passionately, quickly muttering about he waited so long to hear you say those words again. Your faces are warm and wet with tears. You each kiss them away on the other’s face until they are gone. “I don’t have enough words to describe how incredibly patient and loving you are with me. You didn’t deserve to go through all of this.”
“Neither did you. We just know now that our love has conquered all. It has transcended tragedy, doubt, heartbreak and stolen memories. You’re mine, and I’m yours; and I’m never letting you go again.” You kiss each other sweetly, the pain of the past melting away with each press of your lips. Neither him nor you were sure how long you stayed perched in his lap just brushing kisses across each other’s lips and whispering promises.
“You know,” you start, brushing his hair from his eyes, “there’s no way I’m letting you leave me tonight to go to your too-far away house. You’re going to go to sleep with me in my bed tonight, and the night after, and the night after, and—”
He interrupts you with a laugh, his eyes squishing into cute crescent moons. “That sounds like a fine idea.”
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After quickly shoving the picnic basket and blanket into the car, you and Jimin drove to house. It was nearly 9 o’clock at night. You had been gone practically the entire day. You wondered if your grandmother was worried.
Thankfully, when you tiptoe through the house, your hand holding Jimin’s, the only person you encounter is Hwasa, who had been staying with you the past couple days ever since she got in a fight with her parents. She sees your intertwined hands and says, “Finally you two confessed your feelings. I was concerned I was going to lose my bet with Tae. Although, y/n, I would keep the noise level down, your grandmother is sleeping—”
You didn’t even give her the chance to finish before you pull her into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you, Hwasa. For being the greatest friend ever.” Hwasa returns the hug. She looks over your shoulder at Jimin, who simply winks at her. Even in the dark of the night, you and Jimin appeared radiant. “We have so much to talk about, Hwasa. But let’s do it tomorrow morning over breakfast.”
She beams at you, finally understanding what was going on. “I’ll be up bright and early. You two get some sleep, and I’ll phone Tae in the morning to bring some extra clothes for your guest. Goodnight, you two.” She exits the corridor, her silk kimono floating behind her like an extra shadow.
Once in your room, you and Jimin collapse on your bed. The only sound was the delicate chorus chirped by the crickets out in the garden by your window. You gaze at each other, listening to the other’s breathing, until you both fall asleep.
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You and Jimin meet your grandmother and Hwasa in the seating room the next morning. Taehyung had stopped by briefly to drop off Jimin’s clothes. He said he gave the excuse to his parents that Jimin was stayed the night at his house after a much-too-fun game of pool. The staff had laid out extra breakfast and tea per your grandmother’s request. There was a lot that needed to be said before life could move forward.
Your grandmother and Hwasa explain the whole point of the plan they had set when it was discovered you had amnesia. It was very similar to why Jimin agreed to go along with it. It was to let you rediscover yourself and grow into a new person that fit the life that you knew. Nothing would have been more miserable than being told who you were and what you had to do. It was difficult getting the community around you to agree to it, but in the end, most felt awful about the terrible ordeal you’d been through. Everyone loved your parents, who were honest and hardworking, so they decided that if pretending to meet you again for the first time was the best way to help you recover it would be so. Thus, began your new journey.
You talk through the difficulties you had. The emptiness and loss of emotion that came with the “gap” memories your brain had created to lessen the trauma. This world hadn’t felt real to you in most aspects until you had more interaction with your best friends and lover. Even though your head had forgotten your memories with them, your heart had known them. And you were so grateful you had Hwasa, Jimin and Taehyung to anchor you back. You can’t say that you desperately wish to turn back the clock to change the events that happened. Firstly, that would be futile and a waste of energy. Second, although your parents have passed on from this world and entered paradise, you know you will see them again someday. You’re happy that your memories came back and you have those to remember them by.
This whole journey has only grown your love and appreciation for every moment and person in your life.
After many hugs and tears with Hwasa and your grandmother, Jimin politely asks if he could have a moment alone with you. Hwasa walks arm-in-arm with her out of the room, beginning to chat away about Paris. Before leaving, Hwasa looks over her shoulder and smiles at you both. You smile back at her, pink coloring your cheeks.
Jimin stands from his chair and holds his hand out to you. You take it, him helping you to your feet. He gazes at you, seeming focused and determined. You grow a little shy, and giggle. “Quite the morning, right? Probably one of the most eventful breakfasts in my life.”
“Yes, I think so too,” he states, but sounding only half-present. He’s engrossed in memorizing the features of your face, and the brightness that is radiating from you after just rediscovering who you were. He thinks that you only get more beautiful with each passing day.
He presses a kiss to your cheek with plush lips, the softness of it drawing a light gasp from you. His lips move closer to your’s, pressing another kiss to your cheek, but firmer this time. His steady hands come up to hold your waist. You tilt your head towards his, your lips brushing his as they come in for a third kiss. You’ll never get used to this. The passion with which Jimin shows you, even with the most delicate of touches. Your hands slide from his shoulders to around his neck, pulling him closer.
When Jimin breaks the kiss, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding you as close as he can. You lay your hand against his, fingers gently stroking through his hair in comfort. It occurs to you for a second that he might not believe that you’re really here, that you remember everything about your love for him. “Jimin, I promise I’ll never go far away again. I’ll stay so close by your side you’ll start to think you’ve got a second shadow.” You whisper to him. He chuckles against your neck. You feel him relax against you, his weight growing heavier in your arms. Then, he’s letting go of you, sinking to the ground.
To get on one knee.
“I know you won’t, y/n. And I promise I won’t be the only one who thinks they have a second shadow.” He smiles at you endearingly.
You laugh at the turn-around of the joke, but you feel hot tears already prickling at your eyes. Happy tears.
“You’ve already heard most of what I’ve wanted to say for so long, so I’ll keep it short and get to what I’ve really wanted to do since you came back into my life. Y/n… Life had thrown us a huge curveball, but we made it out on the other side. Never did I imagine that when I met you again that I would mess up so badly,” he tells you, and you laugh at the memory. “I was just so in love with you, and I didn’t know how to act around you without wanting to convey my love. And then, you called me rude and refused dinner, and even though you were made, you were so beautiful when you were. Of course, that didn’t help me get my thoughts straight because I was so head over heels for you. Then, the next opportunity came to make it right, and I knew I couldn’t miss my shot to be around you again. I’m so glad I didn’t because I know you’re the only person in this entire world that makes me feel the way you do. And, if you’ll allow me again to honor and cherish you for the rest of eternity…”
He reaches into his pocket to pull out a velvet box, not once taking his eyes off of you. Jimin opens the lid to reveal the diamond ring that once made a home on your left hand. Details of his first proposal to you rush in for a moment. Between that memory and the present, Jimin still looks very nervous, albeit in an endearing way, but wears all of his love for you on his sleeve.
“Will you marry me, y/n?” The tears finally escape his eyes as he asks you for the second time, one of the most beautiful questions in life.
“Yes, Jimin. Always.” You sink to your knees in front of him, hands reaching to pull Jimin in for a passionate kiss. He wraps you against him tightly, dropping the velvet box to the floor. You both kiss for what seems like forever between the two of you until you hear a very Hwasa-like cheer from outside the door. You and Jimin, pull away laughing.
He takes the ring out of the box and slips it on your engagement finger. He marvels at it, “You make this ring ten times more radiant,” he grins cutely, earning another laugh from you. “I’m serious! When I was picking one out, I was concerned that I’d never find one that matched your bright spirit, and then I realized that it was impossible. No diamond or gem will ever shine brighter than you.” He lovingly pinches your cheek.
You pinch his in return. “You’re so cheesy. I love it,” you smile at him and kiss him again. “Let’s get married next week. I don’t want to wait too long. I think we’ve done enough waiting.”
“I couldn’t agree more. I’ve already got the best place in mind for our honeymoon.”
“Really? Where’s that?”
He smiles knowingly.
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You are married on the following Tuesday, only five days after Jimin’s proposal. The news of your marriage had hit the papers the next day, thanks to the Parks who were finally happy to see him finally getting married. Between Mrs. Park and your grandmother, everything from flowers to food and cake to wedding favors was planned to perfection. Hwasa called in every favor from the best dress designers in the city to create the most beautiful gown imaginable. It was very necessary, she explained when you had said you only needed a simple gown. And she was right. Because when you walked out of the church on Jimin’s arm on that bright sunny day in June, you looked like royalty in the photos. Many citizens in the city were excited to finally see a big wedding happen again. They cheered and tossed flower petals when you and Jimin descended the church steps to head to the car for reception.
The next morning, you and Jimin left home together when the sun rose for your honeymoon. You briefly rode to the airport, where you and Jimin boarded a small plane. You asked him repeatedly where he was taking you, but he would simply grin and kiss your hand. He was probably much more excited than you, if that was even possible. You felt as if you’d been on a high for the past week since the proposal. Life couldn’t have been any better.
But, of course, it got even better.
When Jimin said you both had finally arrived, you are pleasantly surprised.
Santa Bella Island.
You’d heard about it before from friends and family. Crystal clear, blue waters with warm, white sand speckled with seashells. Pleasant summer weather that was a tad hot during the peak of the day but left a gentle breeze by the time the sun fell in a cascade of pinks, oranges, and purples. The sunrises were even better.
You stood against the threshold of your private villa, drinking in the morning sun as it started to peek from the ocean’s horizon. You sipped quietly on a cup of tea, letting the sun’s early rays warm your skin. Jimin was still sleeping on the bed, body wrapped around the sheets, which were sufficiently wrinkled from last night’s late activities. You giggled to yourself, fingering the silk of your robe.
It was so perfectly peaceful here. Birds chirped happily as they began their morning songs. The waves lapped softly on the sand. The palm trees swayed with ease. Jimin was snoring softly on the bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and lips parted. You couldn’t believe that you get a whole month of this with your husband.
Husband. You smile to yourself. That will never get old. It brings warmth to your cheeks every time you think about it. You murmur the word to yourself, testing out how it rolls off your tongue. It was so strange to say, yet it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your husband must have heard you. Caught up in the sunrise, you’d only heard soft footfalls against the wood floor that signaled Jimin’s wakefulness. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to rest against his bare chest. His head rests on your shoulder, tilted to nuzzle against the side of your neck. “Good morning, my lovely wife,” and he places small kisses along there.
“Good morning, my darling husband. Did you sleep well?” Your free hand comes up to stroke his hair.
“I did,” he murmurs against your hair. He reaches over your shoulder to take the cup from you and set it on the table. He wraps both arms around your waist from behind you, fingers massaging your skin through the silk of the robe. “Although, I was hoping I would get the chance to wake you up in a very husband-like kind of way,” he says coyly. You giggle, biting your lip. You hold your left hand closer to your face.
The two white diamond rings—for your engagement and wedding—glitter perfectly in the morning sun. You marvel at the striking beauty of them.
“My forever is with you y/n.” Your husband whispers in your ear.
“You’re my forever Jimin.”
#bts#bts fanfction#park jimin#jimin fanfiction#jimin x reader#taehyung#hwasa#the great gatsby#1920s#jimin fluff#jimin angst
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May I ask? Have u given any thought to the flags and size of planets such as zhene koyu or vaonaa?
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Zhen flag is reference to their planetary animal and planetary colors. Vaonaa’s represents their oneness and connection that the prevalent wind on the planet provides. Koyu is the crown jewels, the planet’s form, and the dark eyes that are characteristic of Koyuvians.
Eraklyan’s don’t technically have a wedding dress, usually they just wear a nice gown, and modern weddings with use a more traditional clothing style. Bloom here is in a royal gown, so the average Eraklyan would have shorter sleeves/dress, a less ornate vest, and no cape. Eraklyan Weddings are heavy on tradition, and have a set structure of courtship, engagement, ceremony, and post ceremony. Courtship isn’t dating, but a declaration of the intent to be married, engagement is the actual contract between the couple, and the ceremony consists of spoken vows and exchanging of personal jewels. Each person on Eraklyon has a gem given/assigned to them at birth, in the past personal jewels were thought to hold a person’s soul. Worn as jewelry( bracelet ring, piercing, everything except a necklace), these gems are given to the other as part of the wedding, if a person is not Eraklyan, they will pick out a gem at the start of the courtship. Instead of wedding rings Eraklyans propose/signify marriage with necklaces(the necklaces are separate from personal jewels, only necklaces can be used for marriage) Bloom has the heart of Eraklyon which is a specific jewel that been passed down through the people who marry INTO the Eraklyan royal family. The average Eraklyan engagement jewel is basically the same shape tho usually smaller. Eraklyan women also put their hair up after they are married or for the wedding, in ancient times sometimes the wedding day would be the first time an Eraklyan woman had tied her hair up in her entire life. Modern times have relaxed this custom but its still pretty common for unmarried women to leave their hair down most of the time and married women to wear their hair up more often than not. Sky initiated their courtship period in the first movie, Bloom(and Domino) misunderstood and thought he was officially proposing. He proposes in season 5 with the Heart of Eraklyon.
MOVING ON TO ZHEN
History: Zhen is a very rigid planet social customs-wise, but they have a long history of political unrest and war. The planet is divided into small feudal states, and each one is constantly on alert for invasion or offense from the others. Through a very clever scheme, a prince of a larger state convinced another state to send him one of their princesses/princes as a peace treaty. Then claimed the prince/princess never arrived to the palace(they did, were not harmed and hidden away in the lap of luxury) and propositioned a different state for a marriage peace treaty. Eventually he revealed he had kept the royals safe and alive and had legally binding peace contracts with each of the states he had tricked. Zhenese have an intense code of honor and will follow rules/contracts the way the fae do even if its inconvenient for them lmao. He became the leading power, and forced the other states to send him some of their family to stay at his central palace. Zhen was then at peace for longer than before in their history, eventually developing the central system of government with a central royal family. Local rulers still send a portion of their family to live at the palace complex as a tradition and a safety measure, though the family and their Regent will switch off visiting the hub. Unfortunately, the most recent Emperor and Empress were assassinated and their daughter, the closet heir, disappeared, thought to be captured or killed as well. Leaving the royal families to claim a right to the throne and fight it out. Ho-boe left a week after the assassination on one of the last ships before the rival states set up blockades for each other’s fleets/communications.
Cimate: Zhen is on the cold side and has numerous mountain ranges littering the continents with very flat land in between them. Their coastlines are ragged with a lot of good bays to use as ports. They have a lot of rivers in the mountains which generally combine into one major river across the plains. They grow a lot of grains, and are excellent hunters, surviving on a very high protein diet (it’s theorized that Zhenese evolved their sharp teeth, hearing, and low center of gravity with heavy musculature to become more ideal hunters in their environment) During peace, Zhen exported a lot of unique furs, minerals, and their woodworking skills(they don’t have a lot of forest to use for export but they are master craftsmen) Their clothing is usually wool, from the Zhenese Argali, a sheep/goat like animal with orange/red wool and blue(ish) horns. These animals are the most prevalent species on Zhen and are wild, domestic, used for wool, skins, dyes, meat, household objects, and even their bones are used whenever possible.
Clothing: traditional dress is still worn on Zhen instead of Magix modern styles. In general: Thick sock/shoes with leather soles tied around the ankle, loose cotton pants, a pleated wool skirt, a shirt with a square stand up collar and long straight sleeves, a short sleeved jacket or structured tunic layered on top, sometimes a wrapped belt. Hair styles are complex and accessorized. In warmer areas the skirt and sleeves are shorter, and usually only a lighter jacket is worn. In cold weather they wear a wrapped fur hat, several layers of wool shirts and skirts. Royal wear always features the planetary colors, a complex headress, and wide skirts with several layers. and stupidly wide sleeves (usually they cover the hands entirely but if a royal is doing anything they usually roll them up) royal coat/tunics feature a lot of embroidery, usually of geometric patterns, as well as draped tied from the shoulders(usually white). For a wedding Zhenese wear black yellow and white. Black is only worn for weddings and symbolizes the seriousness of the relationship that being officiated. They also have a hat with a bead veil and a pin through the hair with fabric/paper hanging from them onto the shoulders. The beads on the hat are strung in a very specific order, reflecting the planets reliance on rules and order, the veils can taken weeks to make because if a mistake is made all the beads have to be taken off and started over. A braided chord with threads of the planetary colors is knotted around the waist to represent the planet and culture as a whole. Married Zhenese have a short thread of beads they hang from their hats or hair pins.
VAONAA
History: Generally known for their spirituality and rich knowledge, Vaonaa has a fairly standard history. Fighting slowly stopped and the various groups on the planet were united after the incorporation of magic into their culture.(yes i know this is unrealistic leave me and my idealistic alien planets alone) One substantial difference is that Vaonaa developed an electoral system of government as opposed to a monarchy. Consisting of three groups (elders, adults, and youth) they’re all part of a larger group called the Council. Each individual group has to have an equal ratio of men/women/nb. Each county has one person elected and the other person assigned(like jury duty). The council is the main authority on everything and is a full time job. The Vaonaar is like a president/prime minister temporary position, every time a council member is appointed they submit a name of their most trusted person, if the council deadlocks over a decision a name from the list the Council members provided is randomly chosen to resolve the deadlock over a period of a few weeks so they actually have time to hear all the arguments and read relevant materiel. there are also more local officials like police/librarians/parks and rec etc.
Climate: Vaonaa has a lot of flat grass land, with a high proportion of mesa formations. as a result of these steep valleys Vaonaa has strong wind currents. They coatline is relatively smooth, and they usually have to use rivers as ports because bays aren’t super common. They have many different types of grasses, and are especially known for their high quality textile production. They export their textiles, precious stones, and metal work.
Clothing: Vaonaaj usually wear deerskin, suede, wool, and cotton. Tunics tied together at the sides, leggings, and poncho styled blankets, and wrapped or metal belts are the basic clothing items. Beaded necklaces and earnings are common accessories for everyone. Hair is worn in either one or two braids. In warm weather, a short tunic and soft moccasins are worn In colder weather a woven blackets is wrapped around the body or tucked into the belt, leggings are added under the tunic, and wrapped skins are layered over the moccasins and leggings and secured just below the knee sometimes the blanket has a smaller buttoned on hood but i didn’t draw that. Royal Vaonaaj have a longer tunic with stitched details and beaded sections.a more complex belt, and a rectangular blue vest/shawl worn under the belt. For weddings, Vaonaaj wear a loose tunic/dress and wrapped leather around their feet instead of mocasins. strips of fabric and jewelry is in the four colors Vaonaa considers sacred, white, green, blue, and rust red. White and blue represent the wind, blue also represents royalty and honor, green represents the grasses that cover most of the planet and are used in making textiles, the rust red represents a grounding connection to the earth something the people tend to forget because they are so dependent on the wind and all. Married Vaonaaj keep a colored thread woven into their hair, in modern times this is usually done through magic.
(PSA: I almost exclusively based this planet/culture on Navajo native Americans, with some tweaks because fantasy alien planet. I am not native, if any of this is inappropriate please let me know.)
(second less important psa: its like super hard to find clothing references for native american cultures before European contact so if any one has some good sources pls lmk)
KOYU
History: Koyu is thought to have begun as a dwarf planet with a highly poisonous atmosphere struck by an asteroid and pushed further towards the sun it was orbiting. This increased the radiation levels which caused the dormant fungal growth on the asteroid to begin growing at exponential rates. The growth also filtered out the toxins in the lower atmosphere but eventually reached a state of equilibrium and was unable to grow any bigger. The outer reaches of the formation are still technically living matter, but the inner reaches have dried and kind of fossilized creating a porous tangle of branches around the planets core. Koyuvian’s eyes have evolved to be intensely receptive to any light in their environment because the inner tangles are very dark and fire cannot be used as the dried growth produces poisonous smoke when burned. many plants and animals on Koyu are luminescent and are some are farmed and used as light sources. water runs through some hollow sections of the growth like vertical rivers. others are used as highways or roads. especially large knots of tangles usually become cities. spaces that don’t have as many branches of growth are known as the voids and are avoided because its easy to get lost or fall and especially dangerous animal/plant life occupy those spaces.
Climate: The outer reaches of the planet is very hot, and has a lot of dangerous radiation, so people don’t live there. The inner reaches of the planet don’t have direct sunlight and can be pretty cold, but there are still pockets that have a decent amount of warmth due to insulation, being closer to the radiation, or the planet’s core producing some heat. Koyu exports some of their unique animal and plant life, and Koyuvian mushrooms are some of the most highly sought after produce/garden items in the magix universe but they are almost impossible to grow off planet. Koyu has very small mineral reserves but will export Koyuvian Diamonds for jewelry and technology which are formed in high heat high pressure vent branches of the tangles.
Clothing: Koyu’s main priority for clothing is mobility, so their clothing is durable simple, and easily fastened or unfastened as needed. usually a shirt with a vest/coat, loose pants, a long piece of fabric around the waist that can be used as a rope in emergencies, and rough sole socks are worn. Koyuvians rarely wear shoes. In warm areas a rectangular fabric with a hole for the head is worn over the shoulders and secured with a wrap of fabric around the waist and lower chest.the pants are thin fabric loosely fastened with small leather cuff, usually with a slit up the side for ventilation. In cold areas a long sleeves undershirt is worn with a lined coat usually the sleeves can be buttoned or left hanging. the pants here are a thicker material with no slit and a fur lined leather cuff at the ankle, the socks might be a tad thicker but have to thin enough for the Koyuvian to have some grip. The royals are usually the only ones with any embroidery since detail work like that is hard to do in the dark lmao. Royal dress also usually features sheer material and an extra skirt layer . The veil is able to easily detach from the crown in case it gets stuck in anything and the sleeves are secured at the wrist and neck but can also be unbuttoned if they’re in the way. For weddings the bride and groom (or what have you) are dressed in dark colors, and a blindfold. because sight is so crucial to Koyuvians survival, removing it during the ceremony puts the bride and groom in a state of vulnerability, the metal disks attached to the blindfold ring as the couple moves, their goal is to find each other, and then find a Basket, a natural formation in the Tangle that looks like a small nest, its usually used as a temple/sanctuary. They have their friends and family watching over them to prevent any serious danger but they aren’t allowed to help the couple. The reason for dark colors is for camouflage from wild animals but the gold on the breast is so the family can spot them. The couple find a basket, share a small meal there and the marriage is official. Married Koyuvians have small tattoos on their wrists.
#winx#winx bloom#winx musa#winx club#winx icy#eraklyon#zhen#vaonaa#koyu#winxems#askems#anonymous#world building
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did anyone ask for an aslh fashion post
no? too bad.
(check this out on twitter for images)
chiyo
- wears mostly clean-styled clothes, lots of solid and simple colors
- while i assume she must wear pants/shorts SOMETIMES i am physically incapable of drawing her wearing anything but skirts
- has 10000 headbands (hair caught in headband = ahoge)
amal
- comfort first style second (accidentally has good fashion sense anyway)
- the type of wardrobe that you can swap out any clothes and it all looks okay together, but also kinda the same
- says they care a lot about their hair and then just wears it the same every day
tatsu
- claims they don't care what they wear, secretly wants to look very cool, overshoots this and looks pretentious all the time (they like trench coats)
- doesn't like colorful clothes
- practical
sen
- completely modest, wears lots of dark colors and heavy fabric
- decent at textile crafts, knitted his own sweater vest
- doesn't care about ruining expensive clothes; embroidered his jacket himself
iris
- literally just the epitome of a college student. her shirt is buttoned wrong
- when given opportunity, wears simple patterns + long, form-hiding garments
- her hair is thinner than it looks but there's a LOT OF IT. likes hairclips
aster
- the one character who prefers bright patterns. kinda mad that prospero didn't give her any
- wears a lot of layers, esp weird ones (tshirts over sweater tops, cold shoulders over long sleeves)
- prefers practical clothes for the most part
claude
- wears casual clothing with distinctive prints + motifs to make it ~interesting~
- claims he doesn't care about fashion but desperately wants people to notice him and think he's cool
- lots of neutral colors w/gold accents
hirono
- i've found that despite her canon outfit i physically can't draw her in a skirt/dress without also giving her leggings
- tends toward eccentric clothing, thematic accessories/patterns
- saturated colors
alexei
- wears loose, light/neutral color casual clothes that are usually too big for him OR hugely extravagant colorful bs. COMPLETELY depends on the day and there are NO in betweens
- likes accessories!
- probably doesn't bind? (haven't settled on this one yet)
ririka
- the one aslh character who actively wears makeup, puts self through styling hell for the Aesthetic
- wants to wear hyperfeminine clothing but doesn't feel like she's there yet. settles for classy
- actively coordinates outfit color schemes
tsukino
- endless battle b/w "i want to look like my music taste" and "i would impale myself if i wore spikes"
- jewel tones Always
- lots of fabric weight variation and layering, but prefers lighter clothing in casual settings
brendan
- the type of person to wear out an old jacket and just keep wearing it, insisting that it's fine even as it's falling apart
- dresses for comfort but also cares (abt colors mostly)
- tailors his whole outfit to whichever gloves he has on so they look less out of place
tiana
- if she doesn't walk out of the house with at least 5 pieces of jewelry something is wrong
- wears a lot of vintage shit and looks like a 60 y/o librarian
- lowkey cares abt current trends and willing to sacrifice her style for it (gyaru socks???)
ryouji
- lots of heavy fabrics + layers esp on upper body (it's funny because i do this.)
- genuinely uncomfortable in 100% casual clothes, is constantly ready to drop everything and pretend to be professional
- life's a game of looking masc without tipping off his parents and he's winning
tristan
- i don't know what to tell you, this man's canon outfit involves socks and slippers.
- dresses the same at home as everywhere else and expects you to deal with it
- likes simple focal graphics
kanemori
- "fancy clothes" is "not his normal sports uniform"
- would wear obnoxious aloha shirts if he had the chance (or if he could stand collared shirts)
- basically uniqlo tshirt + shorts = kanemori shionaga
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PROLOG
MARGOT
Tears overflow my cheeks and from my vanquished eyes a sudden shower falls.[1] The drops form a trickle, a flow, a torrent. Forty days and forty nights of continuous and universal rain.[2] Waves are in excess, everything runs to the sea. [3] No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast.[4] A flood that leaves everything in a state of confusion[5] forming a great briny mass searching for direction. The sea by its motion, detaches from its bottom an infinity of plants, shells, slime, and sand, which the waves and winds continually drive towards the shore. [6] There is a stone in the sea called the oyster. A stray grain of sand finding its way into its shells is enough to spark a new beginning. The Oyster comes out of the sea early in the morning ahead of the light, and, opening its shell, it swallows the heavenly dew and the rays of the sun and moon and the light from the stars above. And thus is born the pearl, I am born, from the most high celestial bodies.[7]
LENNY
(Thrusting the flat knife between the two shells) I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does?[8] (he turns the knife forcefully) God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence…[9] (the two shells crack open and he draws out the knife) The oysters valves are standing open and a pearl lays between them, a wonderful sight and notable, for no pearl in all history could be compared with it at all, either in size or in beauty.[10] But her beauty does not lie in the perfection of the sphere, nor in symmetry. She is irregular, ovoid, curved and lumpy. One moment it did not exist, the next moment it was full blown in my mind, as though it had been there all the time and needed only the bursting of a soap bubble veil to show it.[11] All this time I sought for truth and unity and now all that matters is her proud glow that strives for contradiction and multiplicity.
ACT I
EXT. GARDEN - DAWN - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY
LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[12] Naturally, […] only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[13] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree.[14] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.
LENNY
It’s all different now she has revealed herself only for a short moment but I saw my reflection in her pearlescent luster: functioning, utilising, thinking in causes and effects, logically evaluating and analyzing. But what if I want to walk for hours and weeks without a destination. What if I want to know what the month of march brings for an Aquarius. What if I want to miss her for no better reason than that I love to be fucking emotional.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (hesistates)
When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [15] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the sun. This is a complete inversion. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming.[16] That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[17]
LENNY
But how can i find Margot in this city still so strange to me?
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
She’s the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?
LENNY (looking at the flowers)
Margot likes wind in her hair and salt crystals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, Los Angeles and Palermo, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, equal rights and mini skirts, cabrios and umbrella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, ....
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[18] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story and make a lot of noise.[19] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[20]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[21] People will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. You’ll be EROS and I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast all the Margots will want to attend.
ACT III - THE INVITATION
INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON
A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window. MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message.
@ YUNGPAPA:
“My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of wine under fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[22] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO”
ACT IV - THE PARTY
EXT. THE CITY - SUNSET
THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE KNOWN
The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs cabrio is speeding down the Ringstrasse with its roof folded down.
AVA (lost in thought)
Do you think YUNG PAPA will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar.
MARGOT
Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere. Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined dripping down[27] his lobe, his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]
EXT. THE SITE - SUNSET
THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE SEEN
The garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air is full of petals twinkling through the air giving off a smell of orange blossoms. A car enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.
INT. THE ENTRANCE - SUNSET
THE HOUSE WANTS TO FLIRT
The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the Lenny)
First impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the impression of the whole house. And especially Margots first impression of you. Is she here?
LENNY
I see her in the hundreds of eccentric bouquets that the guests have brought along overflowing the room. I see her in that mans excessively long fingernails or and your lining flickers with golden mosaics and indirect lighting from above.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
Yes you are right. I’m discovering my dramatic side. I want to dance, twist my elements, feel the motion and sensuality. I flirt and wink at the guests with my dizzying array of rich surface treatments.
MARGOT
Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses.
AVA (teasing)
Why don’t you bring him a glass of wine. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]
MARGOT (concentrated)
You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.
EXT. THE GARDEN - SUNSET
THE HOUSE WANTS DRAMA
MARGOT walks over to the LENNY. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare plants, exotic flowers and fruits. The trees are old and high. Long white cotton cloths are blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams begin to play. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.
MARGOT (laughing)
Hello strange man, what are you knitting?
LENNY
Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]
MARGOT
We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] You seem pretty passionate about your plants. I like it when people care. About anything actually.
LENNY
When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most and that’s why I care.
MARGOT (hesistating)
But for me love is not only loving and caring. I don’t want my house to be all light and soft. It starts getting fun when you have contrasts, contradictions and drama. It can be raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here. [43]
LENNY
Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story.
MARGOT (excited)
Oh look over there! A black panther is prowling through the peach trees!
INT. SALON - NIGHT
THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE DIRTY
Food is being served in the salon. The huge chandeliers had dimmed spread a diffused multi coloured light from the tiny nucleo bulbs that bespangle the vaulted ceiling [44] The materials in which the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE presents itself come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34] Billows of smoke of several hookahs hang in the air. People sit on couches of brocaded silk, leaning on a cushions[45]. Chattering and cricket chirping fill the air.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
THE HOUSE WANTS TO DANCE
After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the room is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner. One man imitates the movements of a kangaroo grazing in the woods, whilst a second crawled up, and pretended to spear him.[46] LENNY and THE WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE feel MARGOT penetrating them and start dancing along.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (dances irregularly curved from concave to convex)
♪ Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want. ♪
LENNY
Our most intimate gestures move to sounds, we dance.[47] Absurd, peculiar, mad, fantastic, bizarre, eccentric, capricious, whimsical, laughable, and also charming. [48]
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (opens the ceiling to reveal a hundred sparkling stars through the moving branches of the wind tossed apple tree blond, tawny, copper, golden, straw yellow, orange, ochre, sand or tan, multiplying the straight, centred, short rays, piercing and sharp like the trill of a bird. [49] The signs of the Zodiac are moving from east to west and go round the world in twenty four hours.[48] A strong wind starts rising.)
♪ Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for? ♪
LENNY
Minute promptings coming from everywhere, in quality, dimension or intensity, on every wave length make sensibility tremble, fluctuate and sweep and dance randomly over the spaces.[50] I look at Margot and even while she speaks the waves wash over her lips, and down into the deep she plunges. The sea breaking free.[52]
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (Motion grows, as a wave grows white when the wind begins rising[53])
♪ Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need ♪
LENNY
Time stands still where space folds in on itself. [54] The sea gives birth to a tidal flow […] a rhythmic current emerges from the disorderly lapping of waves, music surfaces in this place. [55] Here the body rises above disorder, here Margot rises above the waves, even more complex in her multiplicity than the nautical sound of waves breaking.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
♪ Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready? ♪
LENNY
However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. Lying on the moving floor, shaken by the movement of the waves [56] I am in danger of drowning.
MARGOT
I thought you’ve learned how to swim till now.
LENNY
I am a moving, active body, expressing in exertion, movement, gesture and dance, rather than in sensibility alone.[51] I’ve learned to swim in this flood of confusion. And the ship will not resemble merely a ship, but also the sea itself, even to its hull and sails being composed of waves.[52] The obscurity is long; here is the dawn; the cock crows to the Sun God.[53] And beyond the reach of water, beyond wind, cold, fog, light and dark even beyond noise, […] the house protects us just as the belly of a vessel separates us from the cold of the sea. [54]
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[2] Da Vinci, Notebooks
[3] Serres, The Birth of Physics
[4] Round the World
[5] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2
[6] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2
[7] Physiologus
[8] Serres, The Five Senses
[9] Aquinas, Summa Theologica
[10] Procopius, History of the War Books Vol 1
[11] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
[12] Serres, The Parasite
[13] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
[14] Aquinas, Summa Theologica
[15] Serres, Branches
[16] Hugo, Les Miserables
[17] The Young Pope
[18] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
[19] Serres, The Parasite
[20] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[21] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2
[22] Kassinger, Slime
[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image
[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge
[27] Rand, The Fountainhead
[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City
[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968
[30] Frankl, The Gothic
[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2
[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives
[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968
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[35] The Young Pope
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[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works
[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove
[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art
[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way
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[43] Serres, The Five Senses
[44] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
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[47] Serres, The Five Senses
[48] Wittkower, Born under Saturn
[49] Serres, The Five Senses
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[50] Serres, The Five Senses
[52] Serres, Genesis
[53] Virgil, Aeneid
[54] Serres, The Five Senses
[55] Serres, The Five Senses
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[53] Serres, The Parasite
[54] Serres, The Five Senses
[43] Serres, The Five Senses
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After winning a talent competitors, Easy Cure signed a recording contract with German record tag Ariola-Hansa on 18 Might 1977. In September 1977, Peter O'Toole left the team to survive on a kibbutz in Israel.
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How do I become emo?
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a fan of emo, especially a person who is overly sensitive and full of angst or adopts a certain style characterized by dyed black hair, tight t-shirts and jeans, etc.
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By late April 1976, Ceccagno and also the other two school buddies had actually left, and also Tolhurst (drums), Martin Creasy (vocals), and also Pearl Thompson (guitar) had joined the band.
Guy's Clothing.
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>> OPEN AHN CHAESOL’S FILE …
:// AGE — 23
:// OCCUPATION — fashion designer
:// CLASS — elysium native
>> LOADING DEVELOPMENT …
:// MODIFICATIONS —
holographic tattoo, collection of tiny spiders on nape of neck.
sleep regulator, can stay awake for up to 48 hours without tiring.
>> LOADING BIOGRAPHY …
she is the product of an olympian man and an elysium woman, and ever since she took her first breaths of the murky and polluted air, she’s been relentlessly duped.
mother always told her that father had his reasons for being absent—reasons to estrange himself from the beautiful home that the two lived in—and, at times, she even went as far as to claim that he was a superhero fighting crime; making sure that his two girls were safe. each fanatical reason for not having him around for guidance made her hopeful that she’d meet him someday soon, but as she got older, the rose-tinted glasses she wore began to chip and fray, and as such, she began to see the truth. life wasn’t bound to be full of soft hues, but of harsh neon lights and the obsidian reflection of a damaged highway—both of which she learned to love, and admire, over time. at eleven years old, she began to resent her mother for filling her mind with fantasies of heroes conquering villains, and of having a father capable of such herculean tasks. fairytales started to make no sense and she was a girl plagued with dread, and doubt.
ahn chaesol had been lied to over, and over, again, and she was desperate for the truth; for the chance to discover all of the secrets her mother kept hidden. so, at thirteen, she went on a hunt for answers; for information. it all started with reviewing old video diaries, then to perusing through messages sent from her mother’s email address, and though it took much longer then she thought, she encountered authenticity for the first time in the form of bank statements. funds were constantly being sent over to the woman who was raising her, and the sums were never menial, no—they were exorbitant. in all of her life, she’d never seen such a lofty amount—both figuratively, and literally—and she wondered where all of it was going. if this was any sort of child support, why had she not been knowledge of it? why had this, too, been kept a secret? for months, she was stuck thinking about it, and though she wanted to confront her mother, she had no idea how she would be able to. later on, it would be of her own findings, yet again, that more honesty was revealed.
at thirteen, she experienced heartbreak for the first time… and it wasn’t at the hands of her first love, no, but at the hands of the woman who was responsible for her existence.
with a suspicious mind, chaesol began to review the chronology of her life, and with a new set of eyes, she started to see things clearer; she started to make sense of the mystery. all of the empty pill bottles she found in the trash, the nights where she would wake for school to a vacant apartment, the fact that mother owned mountains of clothes, but she was left to the bare minimum… all of it now carried an ominous weight, and it would later be uncovered that each cent was spent on the life of a bon vivant; the life of a woman who felt she was so deserving of financial masses due to the sacrifices she made. becoming pregnant at such a young age made her feel hollow, and she filled the void with material items; with greed.
it was then when a decision was made, and it was one that altered her life forever.
with a bag of belongings packed, anger in the depths of her heart, and money stolen from her mother’s clandestine safe, she ran away from home; leaving only a note behind that went on to explain her reasoning for forming an escape plan. when it was discovered, her mother had no choice but to worry, and to be ashamed, but more than anything, she understood. if being separated meant that both of them could be happy, then she let it be so; she let her only daughter take her exit, and never thought twice about chasing after her.
shortly after she embarked on her escapade, she was saved from the darkness of elysium’s streets and brought into live with a local seamstress. for the price of labor, she would have a place to stay, and hot food to eat, and she couldn’t really say no, so she complied. it took a great many pricked fingertips and messy stitches until she improved, and the practice of the almost meditative creation of clothing was her saving grace. it kept her mind at ease, and she found an outlet that she never would’ve thought to attempt before. it was then when she became obsessed with fashion, and when she became older, instead of attending an academy for her craft, she invested in herself—purchasing her own sewing machines, her own textiles, and opening up a business of her own; one where commissions kept her fridge stocked, and she was able to afford a studio apartment of her own. for a price, she would create custom clothing for those who longed to own individualized items. she was able to sketch out people’s ideas and masterfully replicate them on mannequins, and the more she practiced, the more polished her designs became.
however, at twenty, she gained further attention by taking part in a runway show; one for up-and-coming creators to showcase their portfolios. not only did she receive acclaim for her outlandish use of colors, patterns, and various technical items, but she also found herself garnering attention from a mysterious olympian—one whose resemblance to her was a bit uncanny. when he made himself known as her father, she tried her best to ignore it, but as he was persistent, she was almost forced to lend a listening ear. he apologized for being absent, and explained that she was the outcome of an extramarital affair. he was still a married man, and his wife had no idea that chaesol existed, and he longed to keep it that way for as long as he could. however, what he did offer her was financial support. at first, pride and anger clouded her judgement, and she declined; not at all comfortable with handouts from someone she’d never known. apart of her still clung onto the belief that the man who had a hand in her creation was a superhero—a vanquisher of all evil—but she knew that that wasn’t the case, and that life wasn’t full of happy endings all of the time.
so, she decided to stop lying to herself.
she decided to kill the stories she’d been told forever and to accept the truth.
that’s what she wanted all along, anyway.
after a few weeks, she reached out to him and accepted his offer of child support, and in doing so, he ceased the link between he and her mother’s bank account. chaesol knew that that would cause an almost volcanic reaction out of the older woman, but it was time that she embraced her karma with open arms. all of these new funds only aided in her empire, and she was now able to afford more luxurious fabrics, and machinery, and she felt her world open up like it never had before. not only that, but she was able to purchase a sleep regulating augmentation—which was intensely expensive—but it allowed her to finish up projects at a quicker pace due to her overpowered alertness.
over the next three years, she saw a monumental growth in clientele, and she was even able to collaborate with various celebrities—and even some olympians—to further expose herself to personal success. she has blossomed from a once depressed and isolated girl, to a woman who practices acceptance, gratitude, and love for all that she’s been given. in her mind, all of the adversities she faced led her to where she is now, and in a sense, she is happy that she was able to learn to be stronger, and bolder, on her own terms. she’s an artist in her own right, and all artists had to suffer in order to create masterpieces.
that’s what she tells herself, at least.
however, her aching need to be more innovative, and to further break the mold, has her on a journey to outdo herself time, and time, again. despite receiving an almost endless supply of cash from an olympian, chaesol has decided to support elysium’s revolution, and in doing so, has learned to create, and manufacture, technological materials to power up suits of armor. it’s been an ongoing learning process for her, but she’s devoted herself to learning from some of the best technical magicians in elysium; learning to replicate their skills, and find loopholes within them, due to her unfortunate lack of magical powers.
apart of her feels guilty for using the earnings of a member of the one percent against them, but she can’t help but stand behind the unheard voices that ask for change. she, too, in a lot of ways, desires change for all of elysium’s citizens, so she’ll provide as many resources as she can in order to see that those changes are made.
recently, though, she’s heard that her mother has become a woman of the streets; a sad member of the red light district. all of the money she’d accumulated had been spent, and she wasn’t able to afford rent, and now, she’s desperately seeking out her daughter for help. chaesol hasn’t decided whether to keep her at arm’s length or not, and she wrestles with those thoughts, and feelings, every single day. now that she’s in a comfortable place, it would make sense for her to assist the members of her family, but she can’t escape the lies, and the heavy amounts of deception. for now, though, she works hard at honing her craft, and further building her brand.
that’s what keeps her sane, anyhow.
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Top 10 Best Car Seat Covers in 2019
Cars lose value quickly over time. The moment the owner steps into his new car, it starts losing value. We are talking about thousands of dollars in just a few years. Just like with any other possession, we try to keep the car in a good running condition but some elements get damaged by wear and tear. The car seats are probably the most problematic to maintain and quite expensive to recondition or to replace. Stains, burns, tears, and discoloring give them a used aspect and make the whole car look dated. Resell value is significantly affected as it looks older than it seems.
A good solution is to just get some seat covers. They might not look as good as the original seats but they have a functional purpose. If the covers get damaged, they can be easily replaced with a fraction of the cost of a new seat. Most sets of covers are universal which means they will fit almost all cars. The ones made out of synthetic leather might come in various sizes and the pricing does vary depending on the material they are made from. The list we have today will go through all the goods and the cons of the top 10 most popular car seat covers.
Best Car Seat Covers in 2019
Out of the hundreds of models available, we were able to trim the options down to the products that are worth spending money on. With these things in mind here are the top 10 best car seat covers in 2019.
# Preview Product Price 1
VIEWPETS Bench Car Seat Cover Protector – Waterproof, Heavy-Duty and Nonslip Pet Car Seat Cover for… $35.99 View on Amazon 2
Big Ant Breathable 2pc Car Interior Seat Cover Cushion Pad Mat for Auto Supplies Office Chair with… $35.99 View on Amazon 3
Gorla Premium Universal Fit Waterproof Seat Cover $29.95 View on Amazon 4
FH Group Universal Fit Flat Cloth Pair Bucket Seat Cover, (Gray/Black) (FH-FB050102, Fit Most Car,… $11.51 View on Amazon 5
FH Group Universal Fit Full Set Flat Cloth Fabric Car Seat Cover, (Black) (FH-FB050114, Fit Most… $14.99 View on Amazon 6
FH Group FB102GRAY114 Gray 3D Air Mesh Auto Seat Cover (Full Set) $23.39 View on Amazon 7
Munchkin Brica Elite Seat Guardian Car Seat Protector, Crash Test Approved, Dark Grey, 1 Pack $32.49 View on Amazon 8
BDK OS309CC Polypro Black/Car Seat Cover, Easy Wrap Two-Tone Accent for Auto, Split Bench, Charcoal… from $21.90 View on Amazon 9
Copap 4pc Universal Stripe Colorful Baja Front Seat Cover Baja Bucket Seat Cover Blue Saddle Blanket… $17.96 View on Amazon 10
EDEALYN Ultra-Luxury PU Leather Car seat Protection car seat Cover for Most Four-Door… $19.99 View on Amazon
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10. Sousin’s PU Leather Car Seat Cover Full Set
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Sousin PU leather car seat cover set is a premium product that is made to look good and feel luxurious. The seat covers have a sporty look with an embossed pattern and red accents on the sides. On the inside, the seat covers have a textile material that prevents them from slipping. Also, being made out of leather means that it will not get stained, it is waterproof and it does not trap bad odors.
Pros
Premium PU leather construction
Durable, water-resistant and does not retain bad odors
Anti-slip insert on the inside
Cons
A bit expensive
Heats up a lot during the summer
Everyone knows that leather heats up a lot during the summer especially if the car is left exposed to sunlight. They might not be such a great choice for the ones living in hot areas but for everyone else they should work just fine. What recommends them the most is the fact that the covers do not get stained and will not develop any kind of unpleasant smell.
9. Leader Accessories 17 pcs Universal Car Seat Covers
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Leader Accessories has proved to be the brand of choice for many car owners. It is a simple product made using a special fabric that was designed to be easy to clean and fit most cars. To achieve this, the material that was selected is elastic and can stretch to properly fit the chair. What is worth noting is the extremely low price tag and the fact that it comes as a complete set
Pros
Very inexpensive
Easy to clean
Complete 17 pieces set for the front and rear seats
Cons
Looks and feels cheap
For the price, it is difficult to complain about much but if we were to pick one thing it is the quality. The covers look and feel cheap as the fabric looks like a foam. It tends to absorb liquids and it can retain bad odors if they are not cleaned from time to time. The good news is that the seat covers can be cleaned in a washing machine.
8. Car Pass Line Rider Universal Fit Car Seat Cover
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Car Pass Line Rider seat cover set is yet another inexpensive alternative. It will not thrill anyone in terms of design but it gets the job done. The cover adds an extra protective layer of the seats of the car. Being made out of a stretchable material makes them compatible with almost all cars while the fabric is very easy to clean and can be machine washed.
Pros
Low price tag
Easy to clean, can be machine washed
Stretchable material that ensures a universal fit
Cons
The fabric used makes them look and feel cheap
The biggest problem that the seat cover set has is the build quality. It looks and feels cheap and mainly due to the fabric used. It is a synthetic layer but the advantage comes from the fact that it is easy to clean. The downside is that the seat cover tends to retain odors. They are quite resilient to wear and tear but over time, the color will get washed out.
7. Car Pass Universal Pu Leather Car Seat Cover Set
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Car Pass Universal car leather seat cover set offers a decent deal for the money. It is one of the more affordable leather seat covers on our list. As expected it is made out of PU leather which explains the lower price tag. This still makes it water resistant, easy to clean and quite comfortable. Things are a bit different during the warmer season for obvious reasons:
Pros
Quite affordable for a leather set
Easy to clean
Works with most car seats
Cons
Gets very hot during the summer when left exposed to the sun
PU leather and genuine leather get very hot when left out in the sun. There is no way to avoid this, especially in the summer. Also, they cause the driver to sweat excessively thus they are not as comfortable as textile covers. They do offer a visual aspect that makes them more desirable. The model is also water resistant, does not develop bad smells and it is extremely easy to clean.
6. Leader Accessories 17 pcs Auto Cloth Universal Fit Car Seat Covers
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Leader Accessories universal cloth car seat covers can be found for an unbeatable price. Surprisingly they do not look all that cheap and could be a rather decent choice for the ones that have a limited budget. They are made out of a simple fabric that is easy to wash and feature a decorative pattern that gives them a less bland aspect.
Pros
One of the cheapest cat seat cover sets
Decent design fits most cars
Easy to clean in a washing machine
Cons
Does not fit perfectly on all cars
The seat covers were designed to have a universal fit but that does not seem to be the case. They do work with most cars but the fabric does not stretch all that well which means that it might not work properly with all cars. If it fits, it will stay on tightly and will offer decent protection for the seats. The model uses a thicker material that also improves comfort and reduces sweating.
5. FH Group FB070GRAY102 Gray Front Airbag Ready Sport Bucket Seat Cover
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Not everyone needs a full seat cover set. There are some drivers that only need covers just for the front seats. The FH Group gray sport seat cover is a viable pick that comes with a low price tag and a wide range of colors to choose from. The set is made out of a textile material that can stretch to properly fit onto the seat. It is very easy to install and quite easy to clean.
Pros
Very cheap as it only has the front seat covers
Wide range of colors to choose from
Easy to install and clean
Cons
Not very durable to wear and tear
The seat covers are decent but as reported by some users they are not as durable as expected. Oddly enough the material is not thin but it will not last for years. It will tear after some time. On the positive side, being made out of a textile material means that it does not heat up as hard as leather covers. Still, it is very easy to clean as it is machine wash safe.
4. BDK Two-Tone PlyCloth Car Seat Covers
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BDK PolyCloth car seat covers offer decent value for the money even if the design of the covers is not that great. The fabric used is quite resilient and as a bonus, the set comes with floor mats. What recommends this set the most is the fact that it was made for durability using a thick and strong fabric. On top of all this, the covers have double stitching.
Pros
Safe to be machine washed
Very durable
Comes with bonus floor mats
Stretching material for optimal fit
Cons
Fabric could have been better
The price tag is not that high and the covers are decent but the quality of the material is lacking. It is durable but it has a cheap look and feel. The overall aspect is not great but it can always be worse. What is important is that the cover offers protection against stains, spills, tears and even burns. They are quite easy to install and fit well on most cars.
3. BDK Charcoal Trim Black Car Seat Covers with Split Option Bench
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BDK Charcoal Trim car seat covers have been selling well due to their low price tag and decent quality. This seat covers come as a set of the front and rear seats. They have a sleek look made from a durable textile material with double stitched seams. This ensures its durability over time. Compared to some of their other seat cover models, this particular version is much more enduring.
Pros
Easy to clean, machine washer safe
Low price tag
Comfortable with a soft fabric
Stretchable for a better fit onto the seats
Cons
Back seat cover does not fit all that well
It is a bit odd that the front seat covers fit fine while the rear ones do not. The manufacturers might have used incorrect proportions or a material that is not as elastic. Regardless, fitting them properly onto the back seat will take some effort and patience. Coming with a low price tag the set also proves to be quite enduring and has a pleasant texture.
2. FH Group FH-FB032115 Flat Cloth Seat Cover
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FH Group is a big name in the industry and many have already heard of their products. The flat cloth seat cover set is a cheap option for the ones that want to preserve the chairs in their cars. The set was made out of a special polyester fabric that ensures durability and flexibility. As per the manufacturers, the set is available in multiple colors and has a universal fit.
Pros
Breathable material that stretches and does not cause the driver to sweat
Extremely affordable
Added foam padding for extra comfort
Cons
Poor protection against burns and liquids
The seat cover set might be able to absorb small quantities of liquid but something like a glass of water will reach the seat. It simply does not do well when it comes to stains and it is just as bad when it comes to burns. An interesting aspect is the extra padding on the seat cover that helps improve comfort while driving. It also reduces sweat, unlike the regular leather seat covers.
1. FH Group Universal Fit Full Set Flat Cloth Fabric Car Seat Cover
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The FH Group universal fit cloth fabric car seat cover is by far the best selling model on our list. Unlike other cat seat covers, this one has a plain, simple and clean design. It is made from a durable polycarbonate fabric and has a universal fit which works with almost all cars. Not only that the construction is decent but so is the durability with double stitching.
Pros
Extremely affordable, premium design
High-quality stretchable fabric
Very comfortable and easy to put on
Fits with all car seats
Cons
Rear seat covers are a bit smaller than they should be
It seems that FM Group was not able to get the sizes right for their seat cover set. The rear seat cover is a bit smaller and will be more difficult to install. The fabric itself is highly resistive to wear and tear and should be able to survive for a decent period of time. As expected the seat cover is very easy to clean and is completely machine wash safe.
Which Seat Cover Set To Go For?
There are mainly two different types of car seat covers to choose from. There are leather ones and there are seat covers that are made from a textile material. Each type has its own pros and cons. To keep things short we went ahead and listed all the important aspects of both types.
Leather seat covers are more expensive. The reason why they are more expensive is fairly obvious, the leather is more expensive as a material.
There are almost no genuine leather seat covers. It takes a lot of leather to make seat covers and the truth is very few are willing to pay the extra money.
Fabric seat covers do not cause the driver to sweat as much. Due to the way seat covers are made, the textile material is always better.
Leather gets hotter during the summer.
Leather seat covers are much more stylish.
Fabric seat covers are much more affordable.
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>> OPEN AHN CHAESOL’S FILE …
:// AGE — 23
:// OCCUPATION — fashion designer
:// CLASS — elysium native
>> LOADING DEVELOPMENT …
:// MODIFICATIONS —
holographic tattoo, collection of tiny spiders on nape of neck.
sleep regulator, can stay awake for up to 48 hours without tiring.
>> LOADING BIOGRAPHY …
she is the product of an olympian man and an elysium woman, and ever since she took her first breaths of the murky and polluted air, she’s been relentlessly duped.
mother always told her that father had his reasons for being absent—reasons to estrange himself from the beautiful home that the two lived in—and, at times, she even went as far as to claim that he was a superhero fighting crime; making sure that his two girls were safe. each fanatical reason for not having him around for guidance made her hopeful that she’d meet him someday soon, but as she got older, the rose-tinted glasses she wore began to chip and fray, and as such, she began to see the truth. life wasn’t bound to be full of soft hues, but of harsh neon lights and the obsidian reflection of a damaged highway—both of which she learned to love, and admire, over time. at eleven years old, she began to resent her mother for filling her mind with fantasies of heroes conquering villains, and of having a father capable of such herculean tasks. fairytales started to make no sense and she was a girl plagued with dread, and doubt.
ahn chaesol had been lied to over, and over, again, and she was desperate for the truth; for the chance to discover all of the secrets her mother kept hidden. so, at thirteen, she went on a hunt for answers; for information. it all started with reviewing old video diaries, then to perusing through messages sent from her mother’s email address, and though it took much longer then she thought, she encountered authenticity for the first time in the form of bank statements. funds were constantly being sent over to the woman who was raising her, and the sums were never menial, no—they were exorbitant. in all of her life, she’d never seen such a lofty amount—both figuratively, and literally—and she wondered where all of it was going. if this was any sort of child support, why had she not been knowledge of it? why had this, too, been kept a secret? for months, she was stuck thinking about it, and though she wanted to confront her mother, she had no idea how she would be able to. later on, it would be of her own findings, yet again, that more honesty was revealed.
at thirteen, she experienced heartbreak for the first time… and it wasn’t at the hands of her first love, no, but at the hands of the woman who was responsible for her existence.
with a suspicious mind, chaesol began to review the chronology of her life, and with a new set of eyes, she started to see things clearer; she started to make sense of the mystery. all of the empty pill bottles she found in the trash, the nights where she would wake for school to a vacant apartment, the fact that mother owned mountains of clothes, but she was left to the bare minimum… all of it now carried an ominous weight, and it would later be uncovered that each cent was spent on the life of a bon vivant; the life of a woman who felt she was so deserving of financial masses due to the sacrifices she made. becoming pregnant at such a young age made her feel hollow, and she filled the void with material items; with greed.
it was then when a decision was made, and it was one that altered her life forever.
with a bag of belongings packed, anger in the depths of her heart, and money stolen from her mother’s clandestine safe, she ran away from home; leaving only a note behind that went on to explain her reasoning for forming an escape plan. when it was discovered, her mother had no choice but to worry, and to be ashamed, but more than anything, she understood. if being separated meant that both of them could be happy, then she let it be so; she let her only daughter take her exit, and never thought twice about chasing after her.
shortly after she embarked on her escapade, she was saved from the darkness of elysium’s streets and brought into live with a local seamstress. for the price of labor, she would have a place to stay, and hot food to eat, and she couldn’t really say no, so she complied. it took a great many pricked fingertips and messy stitches until she improved, and the practice of the almost meditative creation of clothing was her saving grace. it kept her mind at ease, and she found an outlet that she never would’ve thought to attempt before. it was then when she became obsessed with fashion, and when she became older, instead of attending an academy for her craft, she invested in herself—purchasing her own sewing machines, her own textiles, and opening up a business of her own; one where commissions kept her fridge stocked, and she was able to afford a studio apartment of her own. for a price, she would create custom clothing for those who longed to own individualized items. she was able to sketch out people’s ideas and masterfully replicate them on mannequins, and the more she practiced, the more polished her designs became.
however, at twenty, she gained further attention by taking part in a runway show; one for up-and-coming creators to showcase their portfolios. not only did she receive acclaim for her outlandish use of colors, patterns, and various technical items, but she also found herself garnering attention from a mysterious olympian—one whose resemblance to her was a bit uncanny. when he made himself known as her father, she tried her best to ignore it, but as he was persistent, she was almost forced to lend a listening ear. he apologized for being absent, and explained that she was the outcome of an extramarital affair. he was still a married man, and his wife had no idea that chaesol existed, and he longed to keep it that way for as long as he could. however, what he did offer her was financial support. at first, pride and anger clouded her judgement, and she declined; not at all comfortable with handouts from someone she’d never known. apart of her still clung onto the belief that the man who had a hand in her creation was a superhero—a vanquisher of all evil—but she knew that that wasn’t the case, and that life wasn’t full of happy endings all of the time.
so, she decided to stop lying to herself.
she decided to kill the stories she’d been told forever and to accept the truth.
that’s what she wanted all along, anyway.
after a few weeks, she reached out to him and accepted his offer of child support, and in doing so, he ceased the link between he and her mother’s bank account. chaesol knew that that would cause an almost volcanic reaction out of the older woman, but it was time that she embraced her karma with open arms. all of these new funds only aided in her empire, and she was now able to afford more luxurious fabrics, and machinery, and she felt her world open up like it never had before. not only that, but she was able to purchase a sleep regulating augmentation—which was intensely expensive—but it allowed her to finish up projects at a quicker pace due to her overpowered alertness.
over the next three years, she saw a monumental growth in clientele, and she was even able to collaborate with various celebrities—and even some olympians—to further expose herself to personal success. she has blossomed from a once depressed and isolated girl, to a woman who practices acceptance, gratitude, and love for all that she’s been given. in her mind, all of the adversities she faced led her to where she is now, and in a sense, she is happy that she was able to learn to be stronger, and bolder, on her own terms. she’s an artist in her own right, and all artists had to suffer in order to create masterpieces.
that’s what she tells herself, at least.
however, her aching need to be more innovative, and to further break the mold, has her on a journey to outdo herself time, and time, again. despite receiving an almost endless supply of cash from an olympian, chaesol has decided to support elysium’s revolution, and in doing so, has learned to create, and manufacture, technological materials to power up suits of armor. it’s been an ongoing learning process for her, but she’s devoted herself to learning from some of the best technical magicians in elysium; learning to replicate their skills, and find loopholes within them, due to her unfortunate lack of magical powers.
apart of her feels guilty for using the earnings of a member of the one percent against them, but she can’t help but stand behind the unheard voices that ask for change. she, too, in a lot of ways, desires change for all of elysium’s citizens, so she’ll provide as many resources as she can in order to see that those changes are made.
recently, though, she’s heard that her mother has become a woman of the streets; a sad member of the red light district. all of the money she’d accumulated had been spent, and she wasn’t able to afford rent, and now, she’s desperately seeking out her daughter for help. chaesol hasn’t decided whether to keep her at arm’s length or not, and she wrestles with those thoughts, and feelings, every single day. now that she’s in a comfortable place, it would make sense for her to assist the members of her family, but she can’t escape the lies, and the heavy amounts of deception. for now, though, she works hard at honing her craft, and further building her brand.
that’s what keeps her sane, anyhow.
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ACT I - ABOUT VEIL AND IMAGE
EXT. GARDEN - DAWN
LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[2] The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE embraces him warmly with its garden.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
Every man must create it new and different out of himself: new and different. [3] Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree. [4] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.
LENNY
I have no image [...] because I am no one.[6] To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. [9] And so, for my first adress the lightning was so dim, no photographer, no TV cameraman, and not even the faithful saw anything of me but a dark shadow, my silhouette. They did not see me because I do not exist.[10] The prim speech imposed upon them, the lessons in good behaviour, the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity. [7] In being everywhere and nowhere I was [...] the object of much social curiosity; people payed attention to this, spoke about it, remembered it.[8] Now that I am pressed on all sides, I maintain my equilibrium, because, no longer attached to anything, I depend on myself alone.[10]I love the immediate presence of him who is in possession of no space other than that in which I exist.[11] I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does? [11]I either hardly feel it, or don't feel it at all.[12] God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence...[13] I said to myself: Why should I strive to find what does not exist? [14] By extending myself precariously I exist, outside of the stability where the other subject remains asleep or dead. [15] And in the end I only thought of her[16], my Margot. I don’t know her yet but you will help me find her.
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (hesistates)
The new is born of the old; the new is only the repetition of the old.[5] What you’re looking for is a complete inversion. Again a mystery, a face that is not yours but this time it will not be no image but all image. The new self is constructed from a triple contingency: faith and doubt; hope that will be happy at an indeterminate time; bonds of unconditional Love.[18] When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [18] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the unveiling of the sun. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming. 19]That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[20]
ACT II - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY
EXT. GARDEN - MORNING
LENNY discovers a garden in this Genesis, naturally, and in this garden only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[21] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.
LENNY
But how can i find my Margot in this city still so strange to me?
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
You have to understand what she likes. Margot is the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?
LENNY (looking at the flowers)
Margot likes wind in her hair and salt cristals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, smocking and drinking tee, equal rights and mini skirts, her birthday and celebrating christmas with her family, a Ferrari Portofino and umberella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, Los Angeles and Palermo, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, stone basins and hot springs, ....
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE
The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[21] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story. You become invisible by making, on the contrary, a lot of noise.[22] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[23]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[24] people will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. And I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast Margot will want to attend.
ACT III - THE INVITATION
INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON
A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window. MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message.
TEXT ON SCREEN
My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of white wine under the fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[25] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO EROS (Gossip Girl, Prince Charming, SHY GIRL, haha)
ACT IV - THE PARTY
EXT. THE CITY INT. AVAS FERRARI PORTOFINO - SUNSET
The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs car is speeding down the Ringstrasse. The roof of the cabrio is folded down and the wind blows through their hair.
AVA (lost in thought)
Do you think EROS will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar. Maybe it’s one of our friends hiding behind a second persona. It would make sense because EROS seems to like all the things we do.
MARGOT
Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere. Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. (sighs) I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined [...] dripping down[27] his lobe, a radiant boy [...] his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]
AVA shakes her head and starts laughing.
EXT. THE SITE - RADIATION INTO NEIGHBOURHOOD - SUNSET
It’s dark but the garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air smells of Un Jardin en Méditerranée. The Ferrari Portofino enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. People get chauffeured around in Mercedes Benz with Cristal champagne.[28] On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.
INT. THE ENTRANCE - APERO - THE FIRST IMPRESSION - SUNSET
The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces. The materials come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34]
WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the YOUNG POPE)
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. First Impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the following impression of the whole house and about you. Especially Margots first impression of you. I am preparing you, bit by bit, so that, at the desired moment, I can give you the final instructions and have it all fall into place.[35]
MARGOT (whispering)
Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses.
AVA (teasing)
Why don’t you bring him a glass of Prosecco. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]
MARGOT (concentrated)
You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.
EXT. THE GARDEN - THE TALK ABOUT LOVE - SUNSET
MARGOT walks over to the LENNY carrying a glass of prosecco. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare Plants, exotic Flowers and Fruits. The trees are old and high and in between long white cotton cloths are hanging in the trees, blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams began to play, streams to flow, and groves of pines diversified the rocks. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.
MARGOT (laughing)
Hello strange man, what are you knitting?
LENNY
Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]
MARGOT
We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] So you’re actually a textile and dress designer[40] for plants of all kinds. (laughs)
LENNY
When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most. I am in love with them and that is why I take care of them.
MARGOT (hesistating)
But for me love is not only loving and caring. It fun when it starts getting way more complex. It is raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here, an alarming voice, broken, sobbing [43].
LENNY (sighs)
Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story. I’d be excited to get to know your kind of love.
MARGOT (excited)
Oh look over there! It’s a real black panther prowling through the peach trees!
EXT. WINTER GARDEN - DAWN
People are appearing in the open doors of the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE following the excited call of MARGOT. People start bringing out plates with all kinds of foods. The WITTGENSTEING HOUSE opens all the windows that all the curtains flow in the summer breeze. A stone basin appears and now the air is filled by lapping and cricket chirping.
INT. SALON - DANCING AND TEASING - NIGHT
After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the dancefloor is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner, rolling around, twerking. MARGOT catches LENNYs eye and they dance towards each other.
SPEAKERS
♪ Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need ♪
MARGOT (smiling)
Feeling a little afraid is normal when facing something new, in a place or in a way you’ve never experienced before.[44] You don’t look like you’ve ever danced before.
SPEAKERS
♪ Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready? ♪
LENNY (laughing)
You’re not that wrong with this assumption but you dance the way you love, it seems. Raucous, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive.[45]
SPEAKERS
♪ Wait... I don't mean no harm
I can see you with my t-shirt on ♪
LENNY takes MARGOS hand and twirls her around.
SPEAKERS
♪ I can see you with nothing on
Feeling on me before you bring that on ♪
[2] Serres, The Parasite
[3] Deleuze, Francis Bacon The Logic of Sensation
[4] Serres, The Five Senses
[5] Serres, Hermes Literature Science Philosophy
[6] The Young Pope
[7] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[8] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2
[9] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
[10] The Young Pope, (Grammatics changed)
[10] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[11] Serres, The Five Senses
[11] The Young Pope
[12] Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations
[13] Aquinas, Summa Theologica
[14] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[15] Serres, The Five Senses
[16] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[18] Serres, The Five Senses
[18] Serres, Branches
[19] Hugo, Les Miserables
[20] The Young Pope
[21] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
[22] Serres, The Parasite
[23] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
[24] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2
[25] Kassinger, Slime
[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image
[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge
[27] Rand, The Fountainhead
[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City
[28] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City
[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968
[30] Frankl, The Gothic
[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2
[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives
[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968
[34] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968
[35] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
[35] The Young Pope
[36] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah
[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works
[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove
[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art
[40] Callan, Dictionary of Fashion and Fashion Designers
[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way
[42] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
[43] Serres, The Five Senses
[44] Del Toro, Cabinet of Curiosities
[45] Serres, The Five Senses
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