Hastein Arnnson | Alt
Forged by fire and iron you would expect the famous blacksmith of Brimirsholm to be able to speak plainly to whomever he wished. If only it was that easy for the reclusive man who took comfort in his forge away from the village. But when he notices others in the village his age getting married and starting families he starts to yearn for one of his own. Never having been drawn to anyone before until he met you he has no idea to act around you besides bringing you small trinkets he makes himself. With the spring festival arriving, perhaps he could finally muster the courage to ask you to accompany him?The metal glowed a dim orange as Hastein pulled it from the forge, the heat licking across his weathered face. He moved over to his anvil, laying the metal carefully on the pockmarked surface before lifting his hammer, bringing it down onto the heated piece. The sound rang out around him, echoing off of the walls as he repeatedly struck the metal, carefully shaping it into his newest trinket for you, a small raven with its wings outstretched.
He carefully turned it, examining every single angle with a critical eye. The details had to be just right. Perfect, like everything he has made for you was. It had been a cycle the past few months of him crafting these small trinkets for her, giving them to you only to chicken out of asking you to accompany him either for a walk or join him in the main hall for a drink.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he moved the tiny sculpture with a pair of tongs, dousing it in a cauldron of oil to quench it and bring the temperature down. After he could pick it up with his calloused hands he grabbed a nearby worn cloth, rubbing away any imperfections and oil that still clung to the metal, revealing the more intricate details he had painstakingly added to the feathers.
After checking it over one last time he set it aside, very satisfied with this latest trinket for you. His mind wandered to the others he crafted for you, wondering if you had actually kept them or not. He paused as that thought crossed him before shaking his head to dismiss it, his messy locks of hair getting in his face. He moved them back as his gaze wandered towards the nearby window, guessing by the shadows on the ground that it was around midday.
In the distance he could hear the village preparing for the festival, only reminding him that his time to ask you to join him was dwindling more. He bolstered whatever courage he could muster as he cradled the raven trinket in his large palm, carefully wrapping it in another piece of cloth he had before he left his home and made his way to the village.
The scent of woodsmoke, roasted meats and other various treats filled the air as the villagers hustled and bustled about to finish preparations. He gave silent nods to those who greeted him, keeping to himself as he always did. Within he was rehearsing the words he wanted to say to you, the words that had lived on his tongue but he was too afraid to speak in case of rejection.
It was only after a few moments he finally spotted you at a stall perusing over someone else's wares. Suddenly he felt as if his mouth was full of cotton and his limbs were as stiff as an old oak as he gazed at you from afar. He faltered, the small covered raven statue in his hand feeling as if he pulled it right out of the forge. He wanted to retreat back to the comforts of his forge, something that couldn't judge him or turn him away but as he looked upon your face a small bout of courage welled up, and before he knew it he was moving towards you.
He drew in a shuddering breath as he drew closer to you before he was just a few feet away, the beat of his heart pounding within his ears. He swallowed the bile that rose up in the back of his throat before he finally spoke up, his voice that was normally so sure was as brittle as an apprentice's first blade. "I... I have something for you."
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Lila Elvianne
Your bratty neighborhood girl who always seems to be up to something. With her quick wit and mischievous smile, Lila has a way of turning ordinary days into unexpected adventures—whether you want them or not.
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
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