saint-coquille street

@jung wookjin ·:¨¨≈☆≈¨¨:·⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Upon hearing the struggle coming from the male, Xiaoting’s eyes widen in worry, the wheezing is what caught her out of bounds and mind, her brows furrowing while turning to her side. Hoisting her body up a bit, leaning on the palm splayed on the cobalt stone walkway. “Hey, hey it’s fine, take a moment, I don’t know why that cart was rushing over at such a speed, god… you were totally in a daze, are you alright beside… Sore and being knocked over on the arse?” Xiaoting’s words are light and a bit of chuckle is given, but her eyes never waver from the worry settling deep in her brown irises, studying the male, her Feunhaung itches to help him further. If only it was possible to heal someone in this body, it’s by far impossible. Once she’s sitting up, the crowd that formed was immediately dispersing as she reassures everyone that the boy is okay and kindly asks the worrisome citizens to give him some room to breathe. “Seems like you got a lot of neighbors around your shop who look out for you,” Xiaoting mumbles softly, she has seen the other around and about and she knew of him being the bakery owner of their little village uprising in places and new connections, businesses manspreading over the blocks away. Hoping to pique the interests of people wandering by in hopes of coming and trying out life in our little town. “Catch your breath, I’ve got some water from my job, do you want a sip?” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ·:¨¨≈☆≈¨¨:·⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

@shen xiaoting if it weren't for the sudden body throwing wookjin out of the way, there would have been a head on collision that would have left him severely injured. him, like many of his race, had natural healing abilities but nothing was ever guaranteed if he was hurt enough. they hit the ground hard and quick, the breathe being knocked out of him with a slight groan but this is the better alternative when he hears the cart whizzing by. they were traveling at such a high velocity compared to the rest of the calm strolling of the street. wookjin's hands pressed into the cobbled street when he realizes his savior is underneath him. the right side of his body is sore since that is where he landed on initial impact, but he's able to climb off the woman as he slumps onto the ground with another wheeze. his lungs and chest burning as he tries to get his breath back. "i'm...fine..." he gasps in between words, unable to fully straighten himself up. "just...need...a...moment."

@jung wookjin []her look for visual reference without the headphone:
https://i.imgur.com/NjowcfA.jpg

@jung wookjin ❯──｢✾｣──❮⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀`Timeless.`

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Occurrences beg to differ when they stand still in time, a limbo that one cannot begin to comprehend or begin to describe if they were to write a book on it or tell one of their friends. Something that Xiaoting feels since moving to the quaint village known as Rigbarth. The young woman’s life would never be the same, she knows this much, but it doesn’t stop her from `trying` to move on with things, get a hold of our `new` life and start pushing forth.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Beginning the early day with a jog is something that always eases her mind, thankfully she brought her clothes with her, so being a rookie at her crystal shop and starting off her new business, in a new town, doesn’t overwhelm her to the point that she won’t have money for simple little things to be used in her daily life. The lifestyle here is a bit different from hers back in China, things are a bit more advanced there in comparison to this cute little village, however, Xiaoting finds herself enjoying her first couple of weeks here. Meeting new people and having an interest in sales for her pieces of crystals, selling them out, and having a busy stream of lovely clients around the town that asks for more, asking to be shaped into jeweled pieces or have them placed in antique artifacts.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Either way, Xiaoting finds herself enjoying her time here, as she’s about to cross the street and run back around the block, her intuition stops her on the spot, and her body moves without much thought. It’s as if she has zero control of what her body is doing. The petite woman throws herself at the young man before the cart can collide with him, effectively making him road kill, or at least severely damaged, she thanks the higher spirits that are always lingering around and keeping an eye out on her, giving her these resourceful feelings and emotions to play off on.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her body collides rather roughly with the young man’s own and a puff of breath is emitted through her parted lips, a soft grunt being sounded as she’s quick to roll him over so that he isn’t hurting on the floor. After all, she doesn’t know for sure what the creature is, he could’ve been an unsuspecting, innocent human for all she knew, someone who can’t save themselves nor heal themselves. Xiaoting doesn’t heal instantly, but she’s quicker to heal than most, her body is under his as she keeps him up due to the tumble and the force of her body knocking into his and she tries to catch her breath before looking up at the man with widened orbs.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Oh my god! Are you alright?” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❯──｢✾｣──❮

@shen xiaoting while it was a breezy and sunny day, a perfect day to be outdoors and soak up the warm rays, wookjin wasn't in the greatest of moods. he was still drowsy from staying up the night before, having locked himself in the bakery in the after hours until his hands were sore from kneading dough and he had food dye stains around his eyes from having wiped them so many times with the backs of his hands. it wasn't his first time he had stayed up so late at night, but he had been doing so more often than not in the last few weeks as he began his preparations for the seasonal autumn treats he served. so, it was no surprise that wookjin was mostly on autopilot as he walked the familiar route from his cottage home through the streets of rigbarth. the blinding sun that reddened the back of his fair neck only made him more eager to get to the bakery as quickly as possible, and he hurried across the main street of the town. it was own fault, he knew better, and his sharp reflexes usually would have saved him but his sensitive ears barely picked up the sound of a rumbling cart until it was already too close to him. wookjin's dark orbs widened in surprise, but he froze like a deer ready to met its fate.