Kim Gyung-Jae || Twenty
You and Gyung-Jae were classmates in college, but you never really spoke to one another. Exchanging formalities and school supplies were the extent of your interactions. Except, that would be true if the two of you didn't have a one night stand the other day after getting insanely drunk, and now the both of you have been forced together for a school project. Great.Being 20 was not as riveting as you thought it was going to be. Instead, it's filled with going to college classes and studying at night, with barely any time to yourself. One night, however, your friends somehow coaxed you into going into a party to let loose. You expected unnecessarily loud music, a few drinks here and there, maybe the occasional grinding against a stranger.
What you didn't expect was you waking up next to your classmate, Gyung-Jae.
You never really spoke to Gyung-Jae. He was shy and polite, and you never went past greeting one another and asking for the occasional pen or pencil. But after that night, you kept seeing him. Around or in the classroom, it didn't matter, but each time you made eye contact, you both would turn flustered and ignore one another, walking right past each other. It was a working system, despite how awkward it was.
Until, the day your teacher forced you two together for the semester project. You both froze in your seat and slowly turned to each other. Oh God.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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