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myoui mina
shush, let the darkness sleep.
❝ Oh the gorgeous sparkles, shine above the skies, in the forms of heated stars. shine above us, let us get lost in our imagination and admire you, let us dream. ❞
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Hello there peeps! Nice to meet ya'all. I just have to settle a few ooc facts down. I'm extremely busy ooc, with work and university so my time online depends heavily on my schedule during the week. I am not one who can reply quickly, im slow and i take my time so if you can not really handle that, I might not be the best person to plot with. That aside, i prefer to tell when im bored with a plot and i expect you to do the same so we can either change the plot or just drop it to stop wasting each other's time. When im talking in the chatroom and not replying, im on phone and i never reply on phone, so i'm not ignoring you but if you think i had missed your reply, leave me a note, dont poke me please ;; thank you guys, i hope ya'all enjoy your time here <3
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence, long; And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once - or yield to song.
24
march
aries
Herbal tea
☰
shop owner
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22 years old
☰
single
☰
MAGE
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" paper heart "
►
my only one
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❝ Périple❞
She was born within the heart of frence, Paris. Her mother of korean origin met the man of his dreams in a theater, wathing as the attractive male made a woman disappear before her very eyes, the woman appearing all the way on the other side of the theater-- which amazed her.
The man was a holder of magic, and there was no tricks up his sleeves. And so a coffee made two, a single hand became two, and two rings united a love made with sparkles flying above their heads.
Mina was born, the child of magic, holding her mother's face and the sparkles of her father's fingertips.
The happiness of the cozy household was not eternal, their faith was to be faced with darkness, a darkness that were to consume a man's heart; her father.
It was at the young age of 7 when she met her grandfather, the man who she had heard was constantly away, coming to visit her to see the result of their love life.
The man was not looking for affection, he was there to take a heir to take over the crown, to allow in darkness within their hearts. She remembers that night clearly; sneaking out of her bed to sit beside the opened door and listen to the words of the man.
'your brother is dead, its time for you to take over'
She was born within the heart of frence, Paris. Her mother of korean origin met the man of his dreams in a theater, wathing as the attractive male made a woman disappear before her very eyes, the woman appearing all the way on the other side of the theater-- which amazed her.
The man was a holder of magic, and there was no tricks up his sleeves. And so a coffee made two, a single hand became two, and two rings united a love made with sparkles flying above their heads.
Mina was born, the child of magic, holding her mother's face and the sparkles of her father's fingertips.
The happiness of the cozy household was not eternal, their faith was to be faced with darkness, a darkness that were to consume a man's heart; her father.
It was at the young age of 7 when she met her grandfather, the man who she had heard was constantly away, coming to visit her to see the result of their love life.
The man was not looking for affection, he was there to take a heir to take over the crown, to allow in darkness within their hearts. She remembers that night clearly; sneaking out of her bed to sit beside the opened door and listen to the words of the man.
'your brother is dead, its time for you to take over'
And what happened rest was an argument, a fight, glasses breaking, walls bleeding and her mother losing her life to the dark magic- the forbidden spell of death. and then she was in the old man's hold, darkness piercing in her veins as life slipped away from her- and then an 'okay' was heard.
Everything was gone.
❝ oh, il y a la vie❞
Growing up with her grandmother was not a bad experience. The woman lived cities away. She had come to pick her up and take her away, and in that night, she didn't really question her.
The woman was the perfect imagination of a typical grandma. Always knitting, with a glasses too big for her eyes and rocking chair- a white cat always accompanying her.
She grew up with spells whispered in her ears, light and affectionate touches trying to sooth the ache in her chest- the pain she did not know the cause of.
It was only at the age of 18 when everything became clear, when the lights of the house bursted and left her in darkness. The daring light of the moon was only there to let her see the mess- the pale skin showing off the black veins pumping blood beneath her skin, eyes dripping with tears that held the color of dark hell- and the mirror broke.
The woman then sat her down, allowing the words she held serect for years to spill past her lips.
Myoui Mina held her grandfather's darkness inside of her, her hands able to handle black magic better any other. Even her own father did not get the powers of his own father like she did.
Everything was gone.
❝ oh, il y a la vie❞
Growing up with her grandmother was not a bad experience. The woman lived cities away. She had come to pick her up and take her away, and in that night, she didn't really question her.
The woman was the perfect imagination of a typical grandma. Always knitting, with a glasses too big for her eyes and rocking chair- a white cat always accompanying her.
She grew up with spells whispered in her ears, light and affectionate touches trying to sooth the ache in her chest- the pain she did not know the cause of.
It was only at the age of 18 when everything became clear, when the lights of the house bursted and left her in darkness. The daring light of the moon was only there to let her see the mess- the pale skin showing off the black veins pumping blood beneath her skin, eyes dripping with tears that held the color of dark hell- and the mirror broke.
The woman then sat her down, allowing the words she held serect for years to spill past her lips.
Myoui Mina held her grandfather's darkness inside of her, her hands able to handle black magic better any other. Even her own father did not get the powers of his own father like she did.
'I kept you hidden here, he can't find you here.'
Warnings, small warnings with big consequences were the whispers of her ear that night.
And she had never feared herself as much as she did then.
Warnings, small warnings with big consequences were the whispers of her ear that night.
And she had never feared herself as much as she did then.