. Ic Yon - Tumblr Posts
“Oooooo. That looks painful.” - aoi :)
❛ i am unsure how something can look painful, when pain is meant to be something that we feel. ❜
yon wore a subtle sheet of amusement upon darkened optics & this only increased as she met the opposites gaze. merely inches from aoi’s face, her words earn a low grumble from the dames as an innocent facade dances over dial, a manufactured pout taking center stage. although her vessel was deemed empty, the remains that rested inside yon we’re alive & kicking. that wasn’t her. the human disposition that was forced so willingly upon her had taken over her initial outlook, switching her morals, whether this was a subconscious thing anymore, it was hard to tell.
the shit eating grin that the opposing female wore, yonnie wasn’t at all able to comprehend the emotions or motive behind it, something she was by this point a master at doing. as crimson trickles down her right side, there’s not a single falter in her hardened expression - built through years of torment & sorrow, at least to you and i. to yonnie, her life wasn’t even considered her own so why stress or feel ANYTHING in those regards. sometimes, she wanted to feel it, she wanted to experience something genuine & conscious ... just once. but life is cruel, it’s a dark and horrible place for a being with no means of belonging there. built solely on the foundation of another, why allow herself to feel the pain of a sharp sting caused by one with real emotions ? that just wasn’t deserved. on either end of things.
digits dance up toward the growing wound on her arm, strands of jet black flow as the wind whistles through them, introducing the two to an almost unsettling sound of silence. you’d expect cries, plee’s, just a response. but plump tiers remain together, her piercing gaze remaining on the female as cerebrum further induces itself to the torment of figuring out what & who aoi was. what she was made of, why her aura reeked a stench that drove yon to even question her sense of being in the first place. a creature of want, the dames desires those around her - inviting them to her dance of death. however, it seems right now, this statement has been flipped on its head, leaving her in an unfamiliar & confusing position.
the only time yon felt truly human was with her other half. his cold, worrisome, frantic personality left a negative mark on her and she loved it. she loved feeling these things. the pain, the heartbreak, the disappointment. being an illusion of our reality, this moulding that came from hurt was nothing but a bliss to yonnie. nobody has made her feel anything like that until now, her demeanour, the glass stained in dame’s crimson that lay broken at her feet, the threatening tranquility... it was familiar to her in the best of ways. her expression remained the same, still. unforgiving. after all, pain IS meant to be something we feel, not see.
❛ will you do it again ? ❜
ask starter things ! send me one mother fooker
goddamnfaded:
vesper is looking around, thinking the female was indeed talking to someone else but when he sees it’s just him around, he’s just as confused now. he shifts his eyes, leaning towards the female just a bit before he’s closing the book he had been skimming, mumbling to himself and perhaps that’s what got her thinking he was talking to her.
funny.
“uh? no, i wasn’t even talkin’ to you. so y’know. no offense taken here, but i do have one question for ya, now that you mention it.” he pauses, grabs another book before flipping a few pages, no longer eyeing the female directly, just in his peripheral vision. “who hurt you?”
❛ the patriarchy. ❜
given the context, one would expect at least a smile to be present as she ushered those words under her breath. but. being a little behind on how to work in a ( human ) social environment, yon isn’t quite sure how to express satire comments in an appropriate manner, resorting to almost everything that comes out of her dumb mouth to seem like an extremely serious topic. the emotionless expression that comforted her face 24/7 doesn’t help her out in any way shape or form either.
❛ okay. it was my mistake. you can’t be too careful these days. anyway, what are you reading ? ❜
lighthousc:
years of manners lessons seemed to fail him at that moment, but it was common for mattieu to simply .. stare when he lost his train of thought. curt words snapped him out of the hopeless journey through his mind, body all but flinching as if its spirit were snapping back into its shell. lashes fluttering, he laughed a bit nervously and did in fact listen, turning away somewhat .. only to glance back in the woman’s direction. ❝ sorry i just .. you have really nice hair ? wait — ❞ good going idiot. that’s exactly what he was trying not to say. ❝ i mean — god, i need to lay off the coffee .. i meant that you look familiar, somehow ? ❞ he stammered somewhat uselessly.
❛ i shampoo it every time i shower. ❜
yon responds nonchalantly. her lips curve into a small smile as she simply stays stationary, observing his little panic & actually finding it a little amusing. she’d keep this on the inside though, for his sake. her head tilts as she takes a second to ponder on his question, had he seen her attempt to rob that bank earlier ? or no wait -- yon. you have a career in the music industry. ( somehow ) blinking a couple of times you could almost see the lightbulb switch on behind those eyes ... further illuminating the fact there is literally NOTHING else in that pretty head of hers.
❛ i was spinning decks at the weekend at a club nearby here. maybe you were in the venue ? i don’t know. ❜
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࣪𓂃 𓏲 ♡ : STARTER FOR @lofikids
november 2, 2021 18:07 jesse x yon
Jesse vividly remembers the latest conversation he had with Yon and how it relapsed his emotions for her rather quickly. In fact, he hated it. The longing and desire rose and ached in his chest at the mere thought of her and anything that remotely resembled her or reminded him of her. He thought he had gotten over it all, and he had even stopped thinking about her after getting distracted with training and activities related to his future career—however, it all came back when she had released a song that they had worked together on, that he thought she had deleted after their fight.
So, there he was, wandering without any thought on his day off, head cluttered with thoughts and noise. Not too long after, having no control of where his feet took him, he found himself at their usual spot out in the woods. Raising his hand to knock against the tree, they would hang out around. Instead, he let his fist fall back into his pocket to grab after his phone to text her, reading over their latest conversation again with embarrassment over his confession. To be honest, he was supposed to delete the texts, but he couldn’t let himself.
[ TXT ] I’m at our usual meeting spot, and I would like it if you came
her seemingly dead eyes widen at the notification that hovered above the video she’d been watching. she scans it quickly, not even fully processing that exactly he had said before she’s attempting to swat it out of her vision - rookie error though. her screen switches, a slight mis-hand opening up their conversation and yon’s cheeks immediately brighten to that of a blinding red tone. slowly she begins to scroll up over their previous conversation, just as there was embarrassment on his end, similarly, she was experiencing the same thing. obviously intoxicated as she dished out her emotions at him, something yon isn’t known to do, she failed to comprehend why exactly she’d reached out to him that night. even sober.
“usual spot.” yonnie rolls her eyes at that, feeling a little annoyed as the fact he’s acting so casual about this. why would he want to meet up? she didn’t get it. there was nothing there anymore, yon had said everything she needed to the night previous. so, why? why did she want go so badly. shaking off the feeling, the female found composure through her mental confusion, taking a second to type out her response.
[ TXT ] k. wont be long.
[ GAZE ] levi & yon
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
taking a liking to the compelling aura of nightlife in seoul, the pair had made it regular to lose themselves as a duo within the neon swaying crowds of euphoric individuals much like themselves, seeking that undeniable buzz that showed through sweaty palms, lustful touches from a stranger and strains that drowned out any fucked up thoughts they had. even if it was just for a moment.
the separation happened a little after the two had decided to room together : well, levi getting kicked out of his adobe and deciding with little to no discussion he would be “crashing” on her sofa. which, as hard as the two clawed their way into standing firm with that decision - they’d both end up tangled together in her sheets. yon had grown fond of levi, so much so “comfort boy” became a common love tag she’d bandage him with, a rare feat when it comes to the dames. perfect sounding trope if the ugly was shadowed and locked away and in real life, it isn’t.
they’re almost yelling. yon especially. little frustrations building up. he’s in HER space. he’s a huge part of HER life. she cares. she can’t do that? can she? is this a panic attack? his voice feels distant, almost inaudible. she’s drowning in that muffled intensity, allowing it to wash over her as hands sat on both sides of her head, her nails clawing in at her ebony strands. she’d crossed the line, but so had he. yon was aware, maybe levi wasn’t? maybe that’s why he kept trying. trying to get through to her. deep down, part of her wanted to fix this. but it wasn’t enough to speak over the nagging doubt that she’d been hurt. again. the looming guilt that swallowed her ; she’d allowed this to happen. again.
this would be the last time. the last time she’d let her guard down around anybody. “get out, levi.” her gaze raises, her normal nonchalant tone was intimidating enough, but the way she spat this was almost venomous, “leave. now.”
it’d been a month. maybe more. she’d dressed in black, finding her footing in that enigmatic crowd of people i’d mentioned earlier. she’s angry. yon is furious. the dames’ is allowing herself to feel this, wallow in it- even. the one thing she isn’t allowing herself to process, is the sadness. the emptiness without him. without her comfort boy.
as her body gently sways to the rhythm, colliding with those around her but no bother ; her optics flutter shut as she loses herself to the music. a hand finds her side, a small smirk creeps onto her face, lifting flushed cheeks as she dances with the stranger for a moment. her eyes remain closed, that smirk dances and curves into a smile as her mind wonders ; imagining the one who stood beside her to be levi- once realisation sets in of what she's doing her eyes open, widening as she pushes off the individual who was pretty cool about the whole thing. there was a dismissive apology from yonnie before she spins to the right, preparing to leave. this wasn’t what she wanted. she knows what she wants. she needs to go and get it.
thats why she almost drops to her knees as she makes eye contact with the familiar male from across the floor, he’s sat at a booth, staring directly in her direction, his expression was hard to read. it’s almost like... he knew. she felt weak, embarrassed and uncertain of what to do in this situation. he didn’t move. normally he would make the first move - but she knows in this situation she should. so, reluctantly and teary eyed, yon approaches.
“i’m sorry.”
@morphes
still running off of that uninterrupted high from performing, the female was uncertain if that shiver that washed her was from pure adrenaline or the sudden drop in temperature as she stepped out into the fresh air. yon surveys her surroundings before dropping vision down towards her phone.
[ txt ] where are you?
dry ass text - nothing different there. her gaze remains on the texts between them for a moment, scrolling up and chuckling to herself as she reads through their non-sensical conversations. but then she pauses. her brows furrowing as the thought pops into mind, why am i smiling at these messages. as quick as she could her digits scroll down to the more recent messages.
[ txt ] actually nvm don’t come.
as she clicks send, yon hears that familiar voice say her name. with a nod she greets the male, sliding her phone back into her pocket. “ hello. don’t read that last message i sent. ” a pause, she tries a smile. “ what is the plan for tonight. ”