Buddy.... Do not act like this.

I took my detergents and iron. There weren't any dryer sheets on the dryer when I went to get my cat. I knew it was fine to take the detergents using context clues.

I left cat litter

I left a gravity waterer

I left trash bags for said cat litter.

I'm leaving RubberMaid bowls

I think he's just pissy because he's now got a whole new list of chores.

I am in pain that I would rate a 7 (it makes me nauseous). I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub.

There are so many things that I'm leaving, even though I paid for them... and he's going to be a bitch...

                                       — On the wicked wings of time, thy kingdom comes

Meet [ Lee Sunmi ]

She is a [ twenty-four] year old  [ florist at floralis & aspiring author ] currently residing in [ Sunhwa Apartments, #202 ]. Visit  and greet her today!

Personality:

i. there comes a time to make friends. to develop bonds that may last for years or shatter in a matter of months. she chose to linger at the back– to observe, understand, and learn. to find a place for herself without the excessive need for interaction. it’s better that way. keep to yourself. rely on yourself. only walk with those that choose to fall into step beside you. she had no use for attention. had no use for more friends than necessary. fate would lead her towards those that needed her most (and those with hidden, often unfounded, purpose in her life).

ii. knowledge not only bears power but advanced understanding. a burning desire to learn more about all that’s around her. the bad and the good. gaining a better grasp on what she must do in this world to make it better. to learn is to experience new adventures. the movement of the body through dance; the creation of art with words, color, and music (not that she’s successful through it all — but trying counts). to learn is to make strides in bringing goodness to this world– for women. for men. for the in betweens many may still not be able to accept or embrace. she learns to better herself to better the people around her to better the world as a whole.

iii. her heart swells with want of happiness for others. to watch them prosper, find their place in life, improve not only themselves but everything around them. she’ll happily serve as guide for those that ask. council for those that request it. shoulder- ear- eyes- arms- whatever they may need. it’s all she believes she can offer (all she’s been able to; a heart decidedly stunted and a body yet to find need in another). all she asks is to be allowed to give without expectation of reciprocation.

Spirit: Hecate

Power: Spell Casting

( + ) able to cast spells which allows the user to magically alter and manipulate reality (object or living beings) to a varying/determined extent. ( - ) all spells must be spoken aloud otherwise they have no effect on the chosen target. spells are also less likely to be effective if lacking a personal connection to the item/person. ( + ) the user may use pre-existing spells (within their level of skill) as well as create spells of their own (which can be personalized for their own use only). ( - ) sunmi has always had a difficult time when it comes to learning other languages, therefore she can only utilize spells written/translated into Korean or English. ( + ) materials such as herbs, candles, objects, etc. may be used to amplify spells. ( - ) sunmi is only able to use objects that hold significant meaning to her or those she intends to cast a spell upon for this purpose, as well as only herbs grown in her own garden, and candles made by her own hands. ( +/- ) intent must be clear and stated as specifically as possible otherwise the spell may go awry or come to fruition far differently than the user had intended. ( +/- ) spells are most powerful during the night (they have a higher chance of failing when cast during the day), and most specifically during the full moon. it still doesn’t fully guarantee that the spell will be foolproof.

Biography: i. 3:33am, may second punctuated with the first strangled cries of new life. body swaddled so expertly there was no chance of escape (yet that was all her squirming, wriggling small body seemed to want). mother claimed she’d been born curious. eyes wandering the very moment they opened properly and hands reaching for anything they could when set free. father claimed her to be smarter than every other infant. reacting to her name before she even knew what it meant and mouth forming silent words when no other sound seemed suitable. mother and father claimed her to be special.

she was simply sunmi.

ii. she’ll grow into her curiosity. absorbing every ounce of new information provided on a daily basis from the exact moment she begins understanding the concept of real and fantasy. dogs bark– always seeming to be the loudest at night. why was that? (but they never bark at her; never show anything but the utmost respect and love whenever they may cross paths.) sometimes the moon rises, but there are always those few nights where the sky remains dark. save for the few pinpricks of stars that break through light pollution– that was something new as well. to think light could “pollute” the world when it was meant to be the good on the opposing side of darkness. mommy and daddy treated her like a princess– their pride and joy, the only true treasure in this world. she’ll grow up playing normal, with access to all the best resources a growing girl- growing mind- growing spirit could ask for.

she was more than she ever wanted to be but her parents seemed to accept that without complaint.

iii. such a quiet girl. always staying out of trouble — never drawing too much attention to herself, nose always stuck in a book. they were meant to be compliments, of course. elementary school a quick pass through simpler times. this plus this- that minus that- multiply multiply and divide and you’ll get your answer (numbers quickly became her least favorite thing). this word means this. you spell it this way. add it to this sentence and you have something special! age six, sunmi knew words were important. spoken on a daily basis, weaving the many stories she’d already come to love, giving new expression to every thought and emotion she had slowly began to understand. age ten, and sunmi found a magic in words that couldn’t be explained. still lured towards fantastical tales while her peers discovered what “like” really meant.

there was something big buried between every line and letter and she found determination in making that discovery.

iv. the first dream came at twelve. blamed on the transition from child to preteen– and elementary to middle school student. a blurred image of flickering light lining what looked to be a darkened path. followed with careful step after careful step until coming upon a —– crossroads. something she’d only truly found mentioned, both metaphorically and literally, in the novels tucked away on her shelves. and there before her stood the vague image of a figure– one that could neither be identified as a man or woman. a whispered voice sounding in her head with no indication of origin — but somehow she knew the figure held responsibility. and they become a frequent visitor (four to five times a week to be exact). but only when time drew closer to her 13th birthday did details become smoother. a woman. her voice now a comforting murmur dripping with a strong sense of will and unwavering surety.

age thirteen came with the gift of a name and a scrap of advice: “let words guide you. they will be both your shield and your sword. stand tall, my dear, and weave them well.”

v. birthday wishes, and first and shooting stars had never been practical. wishes? they didn’t exist! what you wanted you received or you didn’t; you asked for or took for your own. but age sixteen arrived with so many wants and needs — words now dissolving at the tip of a mocked tongue. too many times labeled “strange” by her peers for the far-beyond-her-years phrases and unnecessary facts often filling awkward silences. mother and father too busy with their advancements in careers to pay her the mind they once did.

‘choose your words carefully– and allow yourself to have whatever you may desire.’ yet another dream with the woman with whom sunmi now shared —– everything. request practiced once– twice– several times over to ensure she got them right. directed to the very first star she spotted that night. a ripple — not through her physical form but her very existence once the last word flitted from her tongue. and oh she wanted it so badly.

and though she received it (received almost everything asked for in such a ritual thereafter) it was never —– exactly how she imagined it.

vi. she’ll come into herself and the one she’s meant to be (years of nightly dreams spent with vague guidance and lessons needed but never asked for). mother and father never the wiser to such extracurricular activities and explorations. she’ll walk a bit taller taking her last steps from the high school grounds — looking back only once to bid farewell to what she gained and all she missed. university would welcome her in ways the halls and classrooms (and peers) before never had. finding a place for herself among like minded people, settling into independence with little resistance, and learning more not only of herself but the workings of the world. broadening her horizons– in the manner of working with words and making them dance with (delicate) puppet strings. discovering her need to help– to walk beside those that needed her most.

she grew into that girl, sunmi, that never had a real chance of just — being. she grew into that spirit, hecate, that she only knew from ancient tales and dreams.

and one day, when the song of night becomes too much to resist, she’ll grow into something more.