11 Aug 2024, 10:20
Clarity among the Fog
𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
LCTP
ReducioSlighlty toussled/ styled curly black hair, japanese descent features. Dark eyes. Sharp features with an evidently burly built. Naturally down turned eyebrows that make him look angry all the time. Usually a resting small scowl on his face. Often misinterpreted as him being in a bad mood. Brown leather jacket. Grey sweater. Black belt over black belt. Usually an unremarkable set of clothes, but with his activated abilities ( Lovely Creature & Terrible Presense ), it’s almost offensive, it still looks good. Though he appears very distressed at the moment, therefore he looks incredibly angry.
Sara’s appearance often draws attention, no matter how much it makes him squirm. As if he was a fictional character came to life. He shouldn’t be here, and yet he is.
* OOC NOTE: feel free to base your characters description of Sara Kohana off this.
Red ®: 112
Green (G): 95
Blue (B): 165.
It has been a long time since Sara ran away from anything. Successfully, that is. Even when all he wanted to hide, he bit the inside of his cheek, gripped his fists, and planted his feet on the ground, despite how uncomfortable everything was to him. Even after their short talk, and their promise, Sara wouldn't deny this aching need to get away from him. Before he did something he would soon regret. The stadium was big enough to get lost among other people, other tents, and other activities. With whatever energy he had left, he used every single evasive manoeuvre he had learned through the years to lose him. Until the noise grew faint enough for Sara to hear his own heartbeat.
But that was when he realised everything felt faint now. He must’ve run at the edges of the stadium, where not a lot of tents lie. Panting like he was on the run, everything still felt too loud to him. Like invisible weight was on him. His legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground, coughing. His throat was dry, while his fingers gripped on the wet blades of grass. Wet? Was it raining?
The sting in his eyes said otherwise, and only then did he recognise where the waterworks were coming from. He stayed there frozen and on his knees. The cold tears touched parts of his palm, making him wince like it was some form of acid. But he couldn’t move.
What had he done?
The previous hour’s events came crashing down on him. Ginyami’s focused glance towards Valentine. Their close whispers. The way his lips locked with one another. One that wasn't him. The way he had forgotten about Sara’s presence. And when he finally remembered, it was too late. Sara had run. He gave up. He ruined..everything.
With that, he couldn’t stop crying. He didn’t scream or whimper. As if uttering a single word would call the one person he didn’t want to see. Because for so long he had been conditioned to depend on Ginyami to fix everything. For the boy to be there for him in time of need. And now without him, Sara felt his whole foundation shake and crumble beneath him. Was it so wrong of him to want to run away? To never see him again and yet he had to stop himself from yelling his name. Sara didn’t even know why he was feeling a wave of emotions, too fast to figure out what they were and yet they hit him like a strong tide. One that pulled him to depths of his mind he has long since visited. That plagued the entirety of his childhood.
Suddenly it was less of what Ginyami did wrong, but mistakes on Sara’s end instead. Where had he missed things? Where had he been too slow to notice? Why had he said this and that? Why had he not been more this? Less that? What could have he done better? Had he ever asked for too much? Wanted too much, even?
The pending thoughts did nothing to subside his tears as he moved his position to sit on the ground, his knees brought closer to his chest as he wiped his tears away with the sleeves of his jacket. Hoping the area was quiet enough for him to ride out these complex rises of emotions until he calmed down and he could think a little better.
@Ginyami Midorimori & @Ye-Jun Lee Hunt
@Jack Burnett & @Eun-ji Lee Hunt
Last edited by Hanako Tone on 14 Aug 2024, 13:30, edited 2 times in total.
11 Aug 2024, 15:42
Clarity among the Fog
Roleplaying as Lee Ye-jun from Beauxbatons – Encyclopedia
Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in FrenchDespite coming to summer camp, which was intended for socialising, Ye-jun was still somewhat unwilling to mingle with others. He was never good at building friendships in the first place but after the incident from last summer, he was more hesitant than ever to connect with his peers. Sure, his good looks did not go away and people tended to gravitate towards him due to that but nothing ever went beyond the surface interactions and occasional one-sided flirting. Ye-jun would never admit it but he was scared. Scared, that he would lose control and hurt somebody again. It was extremely frustrating feeling for a boy, who used to have such firm grasp on his emotions in the past.
That being said, he was definitely working on it. Took his father’s advice and poured all his strength and anger into sports. He always loved running but now he added martial arts into the list of his beloved activities. Those worked quite well when managing his emotions and today was no different. Ye-jun considered joining the other students for some fun events but in the end, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he put on his running shoes and ventured outside to clear his head. After giving it some thought, the wizard chose the very outskirts of the stadium, where his run would be uninterrupted by others. Or so he thought…
The first half an hour of his run was indeed very peaceful but then all of a sudden, he spotted a boy sitting on the ground not far away from him. Usually, Ye-jun would simply continue his run, minding his own business but he couldn’t help thinking the boy in question, looked truly miserable even from the distance. Despite his heavy breathing, the fellow wizard clearly wasn’t here on the run. He may have been running but definitely not as willingly as Ye-jun did. Taking a few steps forward, the Beauxbatons student noticed the tears in the stranger’s eyes, only further confirming his theory. He couldn’t help but falter for a second. Ye-jun was by no means good when it came to comforting people. His family didn’t tend to do so for each other openly so he generally avoided trying to help others as well. He could defend them or fight for them any day but actually talking about their feelings? Not exactly his forte. And yet, for some reason, he felt like making an exception today. Possibly because the boy reminded him of himself from last summer.
Back then, when he brutally beat his classmates and had the worst fight with his father, he also chose to run. No matter how skillful he was when it came to that activity, he couldn’t focus on managing his breathing that day. He could only focus on the disappointed faces of his parents replaying in his head over and over again. He didn’t know how long he was running for but he ended up in the very same position. Hunched on the ground, crying miserably in silence. So how could he just ignore someone, who could very well feel the same way he did? Perhaps the stranger wouldn’t be interested in his help however it was still worth a try. He did seem a bit intimidating but Ye-jun never avoided scary things. He was confident enough in his ability to take care of himself. Besides, he was not someone who’d be easily offended so even if the boy lashed out, he could accept it without taking it to heart.
And so, Ye-jun steeled himself for the awkward interaction and carefully approached the boy. “Hey.” He said as not to startle him before offering his bottle of water to him. He didn’t drink from it himself yet so it should be okay, right? “I won’t poke into your business if you don’t want me to but at least have a drink to catch your breath.” Ye-jun was surprised how soothing his voice came out but perhaps he shouldn't have been. It may have been that his usually a bit stoic, borderline cold exterior was affected by the overwhelming empathy he felt for the boy at the moment. “Although…if you need a company or anything else for that matter, I have time…I just…might not be very good at it.” He warned in advance. It was better to be upfront about these things.
@Hanako Tone as Sara Kohana
“There is no evil in sorcery, only in the hearts of men. My request is that you remember this” -Merlin
iNPC: Ye-jun Lee
16 Aug 2024, 09:30
Clarity among the Fog
𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
LC
ReducioSlighlty toussled/ styled curly black hair, japanese descent features. Dark eyes. Sharp features with an evidently burly built. Naturally down turned eyebrows that make him look angry all the time. Usually a resting small scowl on his face. Often misinterpreted as him being in a bad mood. Brown leather jacket. Grey sweater. Black belt over black belt. Usually an unremarkable set of clothes, but with his activated abilities ( Lovely Creature & Terrible Presense ), it’s almost offensive, it still looks good. Though he appears very distressed at the moment, therefore he looks incredibly angry.
Sara’s appearance often draws attention, no matter how much it makes him squirm. As if he was a fictional character came to life. He shouldn’t be here, and yet he is.
* OOC NOTE: feel free to base your characters description of Sara Kohana off this.
Red ®: 112
Green (G): 95
Blue (B): 165.
When everything hurt, his surroundings were nothing more than white noise in the background. At first, he probably doesn’t realise someone is approaching him, which speaks volumes of his current state really. Sara was usually hyper-aware of who was approaching him. It was only when a bottle was shown in front of him that Sara snapped out of his distressed state, instinctively halting his tears as he looked back at the boy, wet eyes looking back with a strained, widened gaze. “U-uh-” he choked out on instinct, his heart leaping in his chest. Both mortified and embarrassed he was seen.
Before Sara could ramble a line of pointless apologies, the other boy spoke again. The softness in his tone only barely managed to have Sara hide his face. Like it was a distant lighthouse among the dark foggy seas. “I won’t poke into your business if you don’t want me to but at least have a drink to catch your breath.”
Breath. Ah, that's right. Breathing. He could breathe. Suddenly remembering how out of breath he was, he brought his attention to the harsh exhale and inhale of his chest, stinging his throat. With great hesitation, Sara’s hand gently reached out for the bottle and gingerly drank it. It was slow at first. Ensuring it's not something ghastly like sour milk or worse, poison. The idea that it might be spiked instead came a little late. At the taste of seemingly perfectly clear water, it only took a few seconds before Sara drank a little faster. Taking great pains to physically force himself to not drink the whole thing. He winced for a moment before the cooling sensation settled in his previously parched throat. His heavy breathing was just a little slower than earlier.
“A- thank ..you..” he said, right after the boy said his next words. His voice was just slightly less strained. But there was still a lingering tension that he couldn’t hide. Sara wasn’t crying just as much as before. Pushing himself to suck everything up, at least in front of the boy. But the thing is the more he did, the more they felt like pouring out of him. His eyes stung as new fresh tears formed, watering his eyes. “S-sorry I-” he placed the bottle down next to him as he covered his eyes. As if they were a grotesque sight to see. It stung. It stung so bad.
Somewhere deep in him wanted to tell the boy he preferred to be alone. The boy already said he wouldn't poke in his business. Hell, they even admitted they weren’t good company. And yet Sara found himself wanting him to stay. ‘Staying’ admittedly, not something Sara seemed to be doing a good job at tonight. If he listened to that voice where he wanted to be left alone, would it only make the ache in his chest worse? Even when new tears flowed down his cheeks, he noticed how quieter his mind had been compared to earlier. Was it just easier to push down his thoughts, or was it something this boy did?
He choked back a sob. “ S-stay..please..” he managed to utter while he used one arm to cover his eyes, and the other still holding on to the water bottle he was given. Feeling a deeper ache in his chest as he did as he uttered the one word he wanted to tell Yami all night.“ I’m just... confused..” he found himself admitting through lightly choked sobs. “ It hurts ..inside and I don’t... I don’t know why I just…did something..wrong and it’s my fault he-” Sara had to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths again, halting his words for a moment.
“ H-have you..d-dated anyone before..?” the question, as ridiculous as it sounded- came out in between light-choked sobs, as sincere and confused as it came to be. “I just... Think I need- some... Tips or ..something because I- hah.. I don’t..get it... I dont understand any of it... it's so..” he couldn’t even think about how to describe being in a relationship with Yami. Definitely not at the moment. Blurs of memories of their time together were just merged into an incoherent montage of a mixture of what felt like the best days of his life and the worst.
@Ginyami Midorimori & @Ye-Jun Lee Hunt
@Jack Burnett & @Eun-ji Lee Hunt
16 Aug 2024, 22:34
Clarity among the Fog
Roleplaying as Lee Ye-jun from Beauxbatons – Encyclopedia
Violet in English, Red in Korean and Blue in FrenchOnce the boy in front of him accepted his water bottle, Ye-jun let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. It felt good to help without being lashed out on after all. Not to mention, he felt like he had finally gotten something right. In light of how many things he had messed up lately, he wondered if he had lost his ability to do anything right. Luckily, it turned out that he still had his good moments. “No worries...just drink slowly. Don't choke on it.” He replied to the stranger’s words of gratitude.
When the bottle wasn’t returned to him immediately, Ye-jun took it as a sign that his presence might not be entirely unwelcome. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel as awkward about it as he thought he would. “Hey...hey. None of that.” He immediately stopped any more apologies coming his way. “It was my choice to approach you when you were crying. If I was so bothered, I wouldn’t have done that in the first place.” After giving it some thought, he did not mention that this was not a common occurrence for him. It would probably only make the crying boy more anxious. In any case, he was telling the truth. If he didn’t feel comfortable intervening, he would have just ran along and ignored him. He was not one of those noble people that always put others before his own needs. Probably not something to be proud of but at least he was being honest with himself…and others.
“S-stay..please..” The Beauxbatons student nodded without making a big fuss about it. He sat down next to the boy and gently patted his back. Hoping it would be at least somewhat soothing gesture. He really didn't know what else to do. As promised, he didn’t probe instead opting to let his sobbing companion talk on his own terms. Granted, it was not exactly easy to understand what he was trying to say at first but eventually his brain managed to catch up. Oh…I see. So love is the culprit here. For a moment, Ye-jun hesitated, wondering whether to make something up to make himself appear more relatable but then quickly dismissed the idea. It felt wrong…no matter how good his intentions were.
“No. I mean…people like to flirt with me a lot, I went to some dates and I had a small crush at one point but no boy broke my heart quite as badly as whomever did yours.” He answered truthfully. “I think I might have a teensy-weensy trust issues...and well... some other major issues too but those are not related to love.” He added as an afterthought. If he wanted the other boy to be okay with sharing, it seemed only natural he should do the same. “Still…do you think I might be able to offer some insight despite not having any serious experience? Sometimes having an input from a complete strangers helps. If nothing else, at least I’m not biased.” Pausing for a moment, the Korean boy smiled a bit. “Name’s Ye-jun by the way.”
@Hanako Tone as Sara Kohana
“There is no evil in sorcery, only in the hearts of men. My request is that you remember this” -Merlin
iNPC: Ye-jun Lee