CURIOUS MANNERS

SIKEN POETRY STARTER MEME: “here we are, at the place where i get to beg for it.”

for: @jkbaws

“girls like you shouldn’t beg, it’s rather pitiful.”

sehun remembers it like this: she introduces herself namely, ‘jennie’ and she is quite alright. to say the least she was of short physique, undeniably small – pixie-like even in her meek features. not of the strange sort, after all most of those who come to these events were mainly women of literate standard. 

its the tantalising intellect that rings in women at romantic tragedies, not that the modern man did not, but they had the eye for appreciation and wonder for savagery on the fingertips of male writers. an eye keen enough to come over with stretched smiles and cherry blossomed perfume at times to ask if he’d want to have lunch. surely, to receive lust from curious readers who begged on licking the expanse of this great mind. 

either way, bedroom affairs or not, he appreciated women who merely appreciated a fine craft.

so little ‘jennie’, despite in her youth. a subject of interesting manner. appreciative in keenness for his ball pen scratching a signature. but he doesn’t slip his fingers to touch little girls, don’t you worry of that.

and now little pixie-like jennie with her curious manner and a curious sehun find themselves in a push and pull game. “are you making fun of me?” that his curiosities and instinct for the profound (as he, very much was) was something to mock. “you’re the one hiding here, i’m just waiting to go seek.” if she was to speak in poetic lapses to mock him, at least he should return it. 

another reason why she’s pixie-like. this play on cheeky snark. 

childish. 

“let me be curious why won’t you.” his interrogating manner, somewhat intimidating as he sees it now but nonetheless, – what was the saying again? – 

right, curiosity is the lust for the mind. 

_{Girls like me, she thinks. Girls like her, what does that even mean? Arabella, first of all, wasn’t familiar to the kind of functions and the setting becomes all the more foreign with her introducing herself as her mortal counterpart. She was even clad in vulnerable clothes, daily as of lately to fit in with the crowd. She gets the stares either way. It’s moderately easier in a non-mainstream attendance but it’s still a bit of effort blending in when you’re burdened to look like a less luxurious version of a rookie star; a hot topic these days.}

_{There’s not exactly very many extravagant things in her life but that view changes once she inhabits this new world. She wonders about the trivial things people went about. Queuing up for the safeguard of one’s work — no different.}

_{Why is it done in the form of a favor? She’d always thought the purpose of why it was established was to solve the problem with forgery. Protection to stand the test of time of their own. It’s useful for him, not any of the people who asks for it. So, why? There’s all these questions. All this brooding that keeps her on the young writer’s hook, line behind protesting for their turn. She didn’t have to ask for things, she gets them. So that was new, and whatever’s new piques her interest.}

_{To say it was sarcasm that hardened her voice was unfitting. They begged for mercy, right at her feet. Her words were truth. This is a place where she gets to do it with its unspoiled feeling. But pitiful. Such an off-putting term that gets her raising an eyebrow, apart from the contempt within his retorts that was accusing.}

_{“I’m not.” Get a clue. “I’m just as you are.”}

_{She remains hidden for good reasons. There’s no one to look out for her here. There’s only so much she can do to continue masking her fear.}

_{“What does a girl like me get out of this?” Hopefully not another signature or a book she could get on her own. It’s always a bargain. She knew the ways of crooks. Not that he was one but it’s better safe than sorry. Anything shared puts her life on the line, as if she wasn’t already decaying from the inside. A small prick could get her bleeding out a flood.}