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ryuk hae
She blinked, grin faltering as her head tilted slightly to the side at Yuuki's words. Surprise? What was there left to be surprised about? Every single aspect of their lives was predetermined by someone that only committed their names to memory so he could be more accurate in his torment of them. Their families, their lives, their deaths - all orchestrated by him.

Was she the surprise? Was surprise a good thing - was Yuuki pleased that they got stuck with the terror twin? If the realization that, by anyone else's standards, he had drawn the short straw had dawned on him, he was doing a superb job of masking it.

It had occurred to her, though. It had occurred to her the moment she was called upon to be wed. She knew that whoever ended up by her side would remain there only out of obligation, not desire. Would they resent her? Would they look at her the same way her mother did, contempt always lingering?

Would they also wish, so loudly despite - or perhaps because of - the silence, that it had been her rather than Hyo?

Yuuki's touch cut through her thoughts, her brain short circuiting at the contact. For once, she was thankful that their beloved Leader interrupted her speech before it had even began, half of Yuuki's words escaping her. "Apologies... darling.. with you I will share a life." Her expression softened and she squeezed their hand ever so slightly, using Yuuki as an anchor while Marcus recited the vows.

She kept her eyes locked on Yuuki's as they played a game of repeat-after-Marcus, waiting her turn. The temptation to look into the crowd and search for her family - were they still her family if she was no longer to live with them? - was persistent, but she held her gaze steady on her to-be husband as he promised to teach and protect her. Is it still a promise if the words are not your own?

Squaring her shoulders, a sharp inhale broke through her facade, making her nervousness evident. “I take thee to by my husband. I will keep our family name strong and bold through our offspring and vow to follow your ways and teachings. As Jehovah as our witness, I will never stray from God nor our family.” Her voice was barely audible and monotonous, the words leaving her sounding more lie and nightmare than promise of lifelong commitment. If she was quiet enough now, maybe Yuuki would forgive her loudness for the rest of their lives. If she didn't say it loudly enough, maybe God and Yuuki wouldn't be as mad for not meaning it.

The kiss. As a kid, it seemed to her like the most romantic thing in the world: something simultaneously forbidden and encouraged. After Hyo died, and the love in their household went with her, they all seemed forced. Obligation rather than desire.

She straightened her back and got on her toes, leaning in and meeting Yuuki's lips in the middle. She pulled away almost instinctively, their lips barely grazing.

Was she the Devil?
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WAN MI-OK

Acceptance still hadn’t settled as Mi-ok and the kind stranger made their way to the front of the altar. Dragging her feet across the floor, she tried her hardest to keep a careful balance between being pulled by her husband and haphazardly picking up slack to match his pace. If she caught her ankle or pulled up a fold in the rug, especially here… she didn’t want to consider the outcome.

After feeling a delay in his stride, she paused and promptly turned to face him. They had reached the altar, standing before God and the Leader with his wife. She couldn’t see them, but based on the silent reverence that grew the closer they grew to them, they were near. She could feel their presence wrap her like a fog of oleander smoke. Whether it was the blood rushing to her cheeks or her curse facing the wrath of the almighty, she felt her skin begin to burn. Perhaps if she stood here long enough, she would burst into flames. Wouldn’t that be a treat?

Mi-ok had long since overcome self pity when it came to her affliction. She wished many times for the gift of sight, begged God all through long nights to be able to see the world like her peers. She thanked Him in this moment for never answering. If she had felt like an outsider before, standing with her family towards the back of the church, standing in its most holy sanctum felt like a betrayal; like she had turned against the role she was born for and invaded God’s home without warning. If she were able to meet the gaze of the Leader now, the look of expectation alone would have brought her to her knees. A pit grew in her stomach as she considered the possibility of being in sight of Ji-ho’s family. Their precious young boy was being married off to her, and there was no way to reverse it. God has spoken through the mouth of the Leader, and his word was inscrutable as it was ultimate.

She attempted to straighten her back, pulling in a deep breath as he began his speech. Try as she may, she was unable to find her focus and listen to his words. The way her fiance took her hands, not only holding them but caressing them, folding his fingers around her palm made her ears ring and her balance thrown. She attempted steady breathing to calm herself, but nothing could pull her from the dizziness that threatened to push her over. She almost fell into him before the end of the Leader’s blessings.

She was glad she couldn’t see the look in his eyes as he recited his vows. Even if she had the opportunity, her head was locked in position, staring submissively down at the floor. An ultimatum began to form in her head as her husband spoke, tightening his grip around her hands as if to pull down to Earth, keeping her from floating away into the morning sky. Whatever forces had brought them together had been the same forces that had taken her vision, painted her white and planted her in the womb of her mother. The same force kept her from the rest of her community, cementing her place as the outsider for all time until this moment. This force kept Ji-ho’s fingers wrapped around hers, despite everything she was and had done. This was their first time ever meeting, but Mi-ok’s heart hardened with certainty as he finished his vows. Her new role in life was to be his wife, and everything now would be for him, Jehovah as her witness. God, her community, her family, and now, Ji-ho.

She didn’t raise her head from the floor as she parted her lips to speak. “I take thee to be my husband. I will keep our family name strong and bold through our o-offspring..” she forced herself through that word. The thought of bringing more like her into the world and into the arms of her husband burned in her stomach like bile. If he wanted children, however, that would be her duty, “and vow to follow your ways and teachings. As Jehovah as our witness, I will never stray from God nor our family.” Her voice came out in a whisper, only audible to the couple. Her tone was the same you’d use to sign an eternal, unbreakable contract with your mouth and throat alone. Speaking of which…

Mi-ok had barely lifted her chin when Ji-ho’s lips met hers. Instinctively, she grabbed hold of his bicep to catch her balance. As soon as the kiss began, before she could reciprocate, he pulled away, leaving her mouth agape, dripping ambrosia and honey. Her lips twisted into a warped grin as she closed her mouth. She caught the edge of her tongue in between her teeth, pulling blood from the sliver of flesh as she bit down as hard as she could.

Her heart was decided before her head could make up its mind. This was what devotion felt like.

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welcome home.


It was a day of celebration, creeping into the late night as the sun kissed the land goodnight and the moon was welcomed. Once officially wedded, the sons and daughters were invited to come and join their families in a feast. Long tables filled the open outdoor areas commonly used for sacrificial meetings and outdoor services. The tables were lavished with meat and platters painfully created by the daughters and their sisters and mothers while the men had been on their overnight trip, learning what it meant to be a real husband and father. The newlyweds sat at the head of the table with their families on either side; the son on the right side, with their family trailing down the right side of the table, and the daughter on the left side, with her family trailing down the left side. Parents of the sons and daughters officially sit across from each other as in-laws, discussing the great feature their children had together. They poured out ceremonial wine for the newlyweds, offering them their first taste of alcohol as they told stories of their childhoods.

The cricket began to ring out the night with their songs, fireflies dancing along the constellations in the night sky. Candles were their only source of light as the leader stood up and declared his final words to Abraham’s people; “It is time for our sons and daughters to officially become husband and wife together”, he spoke loudly and clearly as he stood before the community “Let us walk them to their homes so parents may have their final moments which their children before they take their final step into adulthood”.


The families began to arise from their chairs and began their final march with the newlyweds at the front. Their homes had been crafted over the last year with the builders and creators of the town following the same blueprints as every other house that stood in the colony. The only difference between each house was the names that appeared on the plaque next to the front door. So, one by one, newlyweds began to discover their homes. Leading their families up to their new homes, handcrafted for them and their future families, they began to say their final goodbyes. Mothers wept as they held onto their daughters, happy and thankful that their child would live a life dedicated to her husband and Jehovah. Fathers gave their sons one final piece of advice about married life and how to be a father.

And with that, the sons and daughters were now husbands and wives.

Their families began to trail back to the tables to start their long clean-up process, and the newlyweds were left to explore their homes with their new spouses. Their whole lives had been in training for this very moment when they would leave their families and begin their own; for sons, learning how to be the head of the household and provide for their family. For daughters, to keep a tight ship within their house and to bare and care for their children. If they were to stray from their destinies and the lives the Lord had for them, Abraham’s People would be no more.

The fate of the colony landed on their shoulders.



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the son.

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moon do-yun.

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ok uhh... hi wife?

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hand crafted black wedding suit + flower tie

location
at his new home oh lala

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Nari

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junegloom junegloom




moon do-yun.




Throughout the feast, Doyun was… well… Doyun.

Well, at least the Doyun his parents had raised and trained him to be his whole life.

Obedient. Silent. Stone cold expression sitting upon his face. He only spoke when spoken to and even in those moments, his replies were short, sturdy and didn’t add much flavour to the conversation. As he sat there next to his wife, her presence thick like a thorn caught in his side, and with his parents and her parents on either side of them, it only heightened his anxiety. He sat there, representing the Leader of the next generation of Abraham’s People, and his wife was destined to be the next Mother Supreme. All eyes were on them, and every action was diagnosed and carefully observed. One wrong move and it could bring the downfall of the next generation before them.

After all, today was a historical moment for the people of Abraham.

Their walk towards the houses felt as if it took eight years. The colony walked together as one, with their parents and family by their side. Mother Supreme walked by her son’s side, linking her arm with his, her emotions running high. The baby of the family was finally grown up and married. There were no more children to have and hold, nurture and care for, and equip for their lives. It was time to focus on the grandchildren and onwards to the next generation. But it didn’t stop her from holding onto Doyun’s arm with a mighty grip. They were led to their reserved homes before coming to a complete stop before them. His eyes landed on the plaque that laid on the wall next to the front door.

Moon Residence
Moon Doyun
Choi Nari

Was it a sign to show that the newlyweds were now living at this location or the draft of his tombstone? Eyeing it off from a distance, he felt a tug of his arm. Turning around, he saw his mother before him, eyes tearing up as she gazed up at her son with pride, joy and sorrow. “You be good to your wife, ok?” she managed to wrestle out, placing her hands upon his arms, rubbing them up and down the fabric. “You make a happy home, lots of grandchildren, and you visit me often, okay?”

Doyun wanted to tell his mother that he lived a two-minute walk literally down the road, of course, he was going to see her often. Practically every day if we were going to be completely honest. But he couldn’t say that right now, especially not in front of his new in-laws. So, instead, he nodded, which only resulted in being pulled into a bear-like hug, her claws digging deep into him. Once she was encouraged to let go by her own husband did she pull away, making her way over to Nari to give her one last final prep talk. This gave way for the Leader to stand before his only son to give his final piece of advice.

“Doyun,” he began, releasing a long exhale as he placed his hand upon the boy’s shoulder. “Make me proud, son. Remember what we have taught you all these years. And…” he gazed around to see the proximity of others around him before coming in closer to his boy. His voice lowered so the pair could communicate without the wandering ear snooping in on their discussions. “Remember how important it is to plant your seed. Your seed will bring the next generation to our people, so be faithful to the Lord and your wife, and plant your seed every night. Do you understand?” Slowly, Doyun nodded, looking over his shoulder for a split second to catch a glimpse of his wife before bringing his attention back to his father. “Remember what our elders told you. Make sure you’re resilient and strong before entering her and don’t stop until your seed is planted. You’ll feel it. You’ll know when to stop. Make us proud, son”

With that final prep talk, he opened his arms wide and invited Doyun into an embrace, followed by firm pats on the back. With the final goodbyes and words spoken, it was finally time for them to enter their homes as husband and wife. He approached Nari, silently and expressionless like he had been during the wedding and feast and extended his hand to her to take her own. With her hand in his, they could finally enter their household - the one they were destined to live in together for the rest of their lives with their family.

Seeding could finally commence, and Abraham's people would rejoice at the harvesting of newborn children to keep their village alive and thriving.





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Nari went along as she was supposed to during the feast. Well timed laughter, an ever-present smile, everything that was expected of her. She was happy, of course. But, the fact that she had a role to play was always at the forefront of her mind. Just because she achieved what she had trained her entire life for did not mean that the expectations that were placed on her went away. If anything, she had more eyes on her now than ever before.

So, she did as she was expected to do.

Because of this, it was a bit of a relief when the feast came to a close. Soon, she'd be in her new home, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the community. Her mother placed her hand on Nari's back and ushered her along. Her father trailed along behind them, quiet as always.

The house looked like every other house in the community, of course, but it felt different. This was where she was going to spend the rest of her life.

"Oh Nari, isn't it lovely?" her mother crooned? All she could offer was a simple nod in return. "Your father and I are very proud. Now, listen to your husband and bring us some grandchildren, okay?" She tuned out of whatever her mother said next. The thought of children made her stomach turn. Well, she liked children just fine. It was the thought of having her own children that filled her with a sense of dread. All she could think about was the panic and the pain from the moments where they were not sure her mother or her sister would make it through the birth. Guilt filled her every time she prayed to not have children. It was supposed to be her duty.

Mother Supreme pulled her from her internal spiral. She had nothing but kind words and reassurances that brought a genuine smile to her face. However, their talk was soon over and it was time for her to say goodbye to her family. Final hugs were given and her family departed.

Nari couldn't help but shake the feeling that everyone was dancing around something, leaving it out. She could see the elephant in the room, but had no way of knowing what it actually was. It was unsettling. It was in that moment that a familiar brush of fur grazed along her leg. Nari looked down and smiled at her dog. At least she had him, the only source of familiar comfort she had.

Doyun took her hand and led her inside. It was quiet. The kind of quiet that seemed loud. Noise was something Nari grew up with. Having six younger sisters meant that there was always some kind of noise somewhere with the constant motion and conversations that filled the home. She could almost swear that she could hear her own heartbeat. Turning to Doyun, she offered a small smile.

"So, this is it. Welcome home."

A bit awkward, but it broke the deafening silence.


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ryuk hae
She'd never seen her mother this happy.

Not when her younger siblings had been born, not when any of her older ones had gotten married. No, her mother looked as though someone had just granted her her life's greatest wish.

Or solved her greatest problem. Both?

For perhaps the first time in her life, Hae put on the mask. A temper tantrum right now would only get her so far, and it seemed much too early to scare her husband. Did that title put as much of a sour taste in his mouth as it did hers? Did sitting pretty and quiet next to her make him want to scream too? Was his parents' joy on his behalf or because they were rid of him?

She found it difficult to believe they were too thrilled their son ended up with her. It was harder still to imagine anyone else in the picturesque commune harbored nearly as much disdain as her mother or as much pain as her father.

Regardless, they wanted her quiet, so quiet she was. For the duration of the feast, Hae's mouth might as well have been sewn shut, not even measured laughter escaping her. She refused to break the silence put in place by her spouse; as the man, was setting the tone not his responsibility anyways?

Her stomach dropped as the Leader announced the closure of the feast, her meal largely untouched - something she knew she'd hear about as they made their way to their new lives.

As the group arrived at the couple's Leader-appointed, community-built suburb, her mother began speaking. She wasn't looking for a response - she years she'd mainly talked at Hae rather than to her - but rather looking for solace by voicing her disappointment one final time. "You should have eaten more, you need your strength if you are to bear grandchildren," her tone was sharp, as though her words were meant to cut Hae down at the base. Though her eyebrows shot up slightly, her expression remained stoic, the glimmer of challenge coming to life in her eyes.

Rather than watching her mother scramble to regain her composure, Hae turned to face the plaque inscribed with her name and that of her husband. Running her left hand along it, she glanced towards Jiang and his family, taking him in for the first time since they'd been wed. "Do not upset him and be good," her mother's voice rang out, distracting her from her wifely admiration.

Hae nodded with slightly too much enthusiasm, showing too many teeth. Her mother's bewildered expression made it clear to her that it'd had the intended effect. Hugging her siblings and saying her goodbyes, lingering on her hug with her father, she was relieved when everyone left.

Relief quickly turned to curiosity as she motioned for her husband to open the door to their new home.

New. That felt like a bit of a stretch considering she knew exactly what lay ahead of them. Was it really a new life when you could get through the days with your eyes closed?
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PLEASE DO NOT IMPREGNATE ME

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Choi Residence

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Pwetty wedding dress c:

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Song Yumin

Yumin's chest was fluttering throughout the feast. She had a husband... Oh my goodness, she had a husband! What were wives meant to do? Well, they were meant to cook, clean, make babies... but what was she meant to do right then? The food was already cooked, the room was already clean, and she had no idea how to make babies. Was she doing it already? She always sort of imagined the love a married couple shared was an aura, and when they were finally united under God, their auras would swirl together and combine, creating a third aura within the woman's stomach... Maybe the process was already underway... she hoped not.

She tried to remain polite and courteous during the meal, gently dabbing her lips with a napkin, taking little bites of her food, smiling sweetly at her new husband... She did everything her mother taught her to do in an attempt to impress him. She would have to be on her best behaviour if she wanted him to like her...

She tensed as their leader spoke up, announcing it was time for them to see their new home. Her stomach turned. She was excited to see her new home, sure, it would look just like the one she grew up in, but it was hers! On the other hand, this was the start of her new life as a wife... Their auras would combine and soon, there'd be a brand new soul within her.

She rose from her seat and as she and Si-U began the walk to their home, they joined hands. She desperately wanted to fidget but she had to stay still, she couldn't have Si-U thinking she was weird.

She stopped in front of their door as her father rested a hand on her shoulder, a smile on his face.
"I'm so proud of you," He told her. Yumin could tell there was much more he wanted to say but he couldn't find the words.
"Be a good wife... I know you will be."

As he stepped aside, she and her brother shared a look. She was the youngest of four children, all of her brothers had been married before her, she had been alone in that house with her mother for a year or so now. He smiled, he knew his sister was free. He turned to Si-U, a serious look in his eyes.
"Be good to her."
The family shared one last look before they began their journey back to help with the aftermath of the feast.

Yumin hesitated before turning back to Si-U. She didn't know what to say, she just wanted to squeal and jump up and down and squeeze him as tight as she could. Just be normal... She told herself over and over. As she held his hand, she smiled sweetly before eventually showing her teeth. She couldn't quite contain the excitement anymore. It felt like her stomach was about to explode as it fizzed with adrenaline. There were so many words she wanted to say, she just couldn't pick which ones to start with. She swallowed, glancing towards their front door as if asking if they should go inside with only her eyes.

Was it time to combine their auras?





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the son.

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moon do-yun.

mood
i can do this. i can be the man of the house

outfit
hand crafted black wedding suit + flower tie

location
at his new home oh lala

mentions
Nari

tags
junegloom junegloom




moon do-yun.




There was a haunting stillness within the house.

Silence surrounded them, darkness enveloping them as Doyun opened up the door and allowed Nari in first. The festivities outside, the many lanterns filling the streets, shone through the windows and projected their shadows upon the freshly built home. First thing first; light up the oil lanterns. As he closed the door behind them, he released Nari’s hand to venture for matchsticks. Kitchen; oil lantern on countertop and matches in the second drawer down to the right his reflexes told him as he walked over to the open kitchen area. Sure enough, like the house he grew up in, there was a box of matchsticks and the oil lantern. It was predictable, routine, and most importantly, home.

Nari’s voice broke through the ear-numbing silence; the deafening ringing of nothingness was torn by her melodic, tender voice. Standing to his full height, making sure his back was straight and his posture was proper, he turned to look at his wife. Her small smile, although unrecognizable through the darkness of their new home, radiated a hint of warmth; a fluttering sensation ran through his chest, his heart forgetting to give a firm thump. Swallowing thickly, feeling his ears beginning to burn, Doyun simply nodded in agreeance to Nari before turning his attention back to the oil lantern.

He tumbled for a moment, trying to strike a match; but he could almost sense a pair of eyes digging into his back. He was mildly aware of the presence of Nari within the room and for some reason, it freaked him. Doyun’s ears were already firing up, slowly creeping to the edges of his cheeks. Relax, he internally soothed himself, taking a moment to take an extended inhale and dragging out his exhale. Remember what they talked about at the campout. Remember what Father told you. This was it. He had to be the man of the house. And the man of the house had certain duties.

Trembling hands were finally able to get a firm grip on the matches, striking it with power, and watching it flare up in delight. Before the matchstick could fizzle out, he brought it close to the wick of the lantern and lit it up. The light of the burning wick began to eat the darkness that surrounded them. Doyun took a second or so to adjust the knobs on the oil lantern, almost hoping it would chew up some time. It wasn’t so much the act in which they were obligated to do on their wedding night - and for every night until the day they were buried - but rather the weight of responsibility that laid upon his shoulders that scared him the most. After all, he was the next Leader. He too was in charge of producing an offspring male that could bring the generation after his own to the land of salvation.

Licking his dry lips subtly, he took hold of the handle of the lantern and lifted it off the countertop. He then turned to his new wife, extending his hand once more as an invitation of holding his hand again. As he felt her hand in his own, he stood there for a moment, soaking in the silence and the feeling of her hand in his own. Soft, delicate and small in comparison to his own. He was almost scared that one wrong move could simply break her hand. Once he had allowed that moment to sink right in, he began to move once more; this time, leading them down the back corridor toward the main bedroom.

As children, the main parent’s bedroom was strictly off-limits. There were many rooms and doors within these households, but only the parent’s room was the one to have a lock. For years and years, Doyun had always wondered what function the lock had for their parent’s bedrooms. What made their room so important and secretive? It was during their time away that the men all discovered exactly why. Doyun had assumed that the women would’ve been briefed on something like it also like the men. And so, he lead her towards the bedroom, opening the door for her and allowing her to enter first. Once inside, he placed the lantern on a nearby vanity and released another slow, shaky exhale. This was it. It was time to be the man of the house. He tore his gaze away from the flickering light of the fire and gazed at his wife. There, his eyes remained on her as he gathered up all the courage he could muster. Anxiety riddled his body, making it almost impossible for him to speak. When the words, or rather directions, finally came from his mouth - the first words uttered to her that weren’t rehearsed or simply repeating a formal vow - his voice was soft and low; flowing like honey.

“Take off your garments and lie on the bed”






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UM UH UM UH UM


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Choi residence



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Standard wedding garb.



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Yu-min, Do-yun


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Miaow Miaow





your best friend in the world



choi si-u


(TW: literally the most cringe-inducing sex talk you can imagine)

It was time to head on home.

Si-U's father gave him a strong pat on the back. "Lucky you! She's gorgeous." Si-U also made nice with Yu-Min's parents. Her brothers as well, though they seemed incredulous. Maybe they knew of Si-U's unfortunate ailment. Maybe he just looked a little bit shady and suspicious. That he seemed doubtful of, but he supposed the concept of a "suspicious person" is highly subjective. Maybe Si-U was their EXACT vision of suspicious.

Their home was clean, and looked a lot like the home he grew up in, so he'd have no trouble getting used to things. The few possessions he called his own were brought in by his father, mostly an old hand-made toy or two. Nondescript clothes in his size folded neatly in an unpainted wooden bureau.

He took to his reading, trying to muster up the courage to do the night's deed. Only recently had he learned what was required in making a child, an act known as "coitus", or "mating", or perhaps "breeding". He was set on edge in preparation for it. If he didn't breed, tonight, Do-Yun would be furious with him -- and he'd know. He was son of the Great Leader, he knew everything and anything there was to know. Any petty lies, he'd see right through.

Si-U rose from his seat.

"Yu-Min, it's time that we... that I..." His throat closed around the word "mate". "I need you in our bed. So- so I can sow seed in you." He fiddled with his sleeves. The pain that had been dormant in his back was slowly creeping back in, and he had to try very desperately not to grimace or make any pained noises. "We have to- um. To reproduce, in the name of Abraham. And it'll be really easy."

He gritted his teeth together.

I should want to do this. Why don't I want to do this? The Fire was biting, it was getting closer, stronger.






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Song Yumin

Once their families had departed, Yumin wasn't sure what to do... Si-U had begun to read, but she didn't know how. Her job was to cook, clean and maintain their home, but they had just eaten at the feast and this home hadn't been lived in, it was spotless...

She began to put away some of their personal belongings. She didn't have many to bring with her, the mother was meant to be the loving one, the one who raised the children and showered them with love and sentimental gifts... Her father did try to take over this role. She took what could only be described as the most mangled pottery cup Yumin had ever seen, a craft project one of her brothers had made while they were trying to figure out their future fields. It was clear pottery was not Chan-Hyuk's talent, but he wanted her to have his masterpiece anyway. The sides were low and sagging in places and it couldn't hold that much tea in it... but she still used it anyway.

She was perched on the tips of her toes, finding the perfect spot for her mug when Si-U called her name. She looked over her shoulder, turning to face him fully as he seemed to stumble over his words. Her cheeks flushed red as he finally expressed his desires. Well, what she assumed were his desires, anyway...

She hesitated, clutching at her skirt. She knew it was coming, she was kind of just hoping he'd... forgotten. He spoke up again, seemingly noticing her hesitation and wanting to reassure her. It'll be really easy...
"It will?" She asked. She didn't know anything about how babies were made. Maybe it was easy, she only had Si-U to teach her. She approached him.
"If you say it will be easy, then... I trust you," She told him with a small smile, though there was still doubt in her mind...

She knew she shouldn't doubt her husband. She had to be obedient and trusting if she wanted to be a good wife, but she was completely in the dark about what was about to happen. She tried to maintain her trademark smile as she took his hand, making her way to the bedroom.





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Ryuk Hae.
Hae, meaning Ocean.

Jiang Honghui.
Jiang, meaning River.

A meeting of salty current to freshwater springs, how fitting to be paired with someone tempestuous as the tide. Pieces of a mosaic that clicked together like a clash of swords, their collision of godly intervention had not bestowed delight into the man.

Because oh, this was not good.

Ryuk Hae was no stranger to dishonour, Jiang knew this much. Her mouth formed the loveliest blade— all the better to fillet flesh and pare open the cage of his ribs? —whittled to thin corners of what had to be a weak attempt at hiding overt disfavour.

She hated him, Jiang had decided.

A plague that gathered momentum the longer she stayed silent at his side. Was she mourning, same as he? Rendered too nauseous to eat, same as he? Even as the man tried to tamper the barbed growth, nudging a carrot around its platter, their shared silence harkened to a feeling achingly familiar.

Something is wrong.

Gathered for a day of celebration, why did it feel like a funeral? Baptising the preceding chapter in an eclipse of dust, it should've been a hand smoothing the spine of a fresh page, a new beginning only to find the scriptures of an ending. Absent of continuum, epilogue riddled with loss. Their union was naught but a Damocles sword. Catacomb fate evoking dangerous thought:

I don’t want this.

Maybe they were both damned, the waterlogged shackles of their bond. Two birds with one stone, pheasants plucked and hung and acutely needed by a pair of dark eyes. Pluming frost to skin, teeth set the inside of his mouth upon looking over to catch his mother’s stare.

A wordless warning in the way she’d crinkle a thin smile, looking between the pair in obnoxious encouragement. He knew what she was asking without volume. Why aren’t you speaking to your wife?

Jiang wanted to communicate back with exasperation, I don’t know how! She’s scary!

Instead, he shoved a carrot into his mouth and looked away from his offended mother.

Gosh, being a husband was hard.

He did not know what to say, did not know how to say it, did not know how to permeate it with the illusion of something tender and loving. Not knowing how to speak as a husband, a man of responsibility and duty. Haunted by the appearance of common coldness, borderline indifference despite the bloom of ample nervousness beneath his mother’s focus, Jiang remained silent. As Jehovah as our witness, I will never stray from God nor our family. This was the divine thing he had to understand, or pretend to.

It was a thought, a spike of brave action that had him turning to look at Ryuk. A fraction confrontational. Thousands of words catalogued, surely, certainly, he could exchange a sentence with his wife. A blink, and another, catalogues of vocabulary slipping through his fingers like sand.

“Could you pass a potato?”

That was it.

That was how he spoke to his wife.

Minutes sped by miserably, every passing moment nearing the encroachment of familial duties. His mind ricocheted like shrapnel, blanching blood with dread and a wanting stagnancy to remain rooted here, doused by candlelight and dishes of food. Heart pounding scarification against his chest, the leader’s rise from the table sentenced their walk to the gallows.

Steeped in trepidation did they travel, passing replica model houses till idling outside their forever home for a final goodbye.

“She’s pretty and quiet.” His father would share. “You can’t go wrong with that.”

Overcast by thought, Jiang’s gaze dragged to look at Ryuk, currently occupied with her own family. Disconcerting to an audience, he supposed his father had made a valid point. Similar, in a way, harbouring inescapable history and invisible wounds. Past the volatile cedar of her gaze and downy crescent of her lashes, perhaps, Jiang was willing to consider, he could’ve done worse.

Until Ryuk’s face split into a madhouse grin.

Jiang’s stomach took a steep dive and a new splinter of fear imbedded the soft of his soul. She was going to do horrible things. She was going to eat him.

Passing intent to run off was stopped by the arm of his dad, still thrown over the shoulder to bestow parental (and highly unwanted) wisdom.

“Listen, son,” skin prickled with unrest to his father’s tone, rare to hear its sheepish octave. “You… know where to put it?” Jolted eyes and liquified thoughts, Jiang’s controlled decorum was quick to try and sever the conversation early.

“We really don’t have to discuss this.” A swallow to salt the lining of his throat that had been thinned of air.

“You just–” his father stepped closer, voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “You need to make sure you get the right hole–”

“Ah!” Hands clamped over ears, he’d reel from his father’s advice like a roach from flame.

“Don’t be immature!” He could hear the muffled scold through the desperate block of hands. “As a man you must learn of these things!”

Did it make him less of a man to have no desire in… Ahem… Bestowing his seed? In any hole? Ever? To plant a baby, well… he’d never really liked farming. He liked the reward of soft grass and floury bread, not so much the effort that went into them.

And then his mother’s turn of attack. Fingers pinching at his face like a warm lump of bread dough.

“Be a good husband, yes?” Jiang’s expression scrunched in discomfort to the phantom fever lighting skin, but he nodded all the same. Agreed to the rest of her lecture of being gentlemanly and polite— not that he was doing much listening, and watched his parents shuffle off with many waves and called goodbyes.

Trying to rub the red from his face at the entrance of his— their, new home, he’d notice the idling of Ryuk at his side.

Were wives not allowed to open doors? Eyes narrowed a fraction. Not intended as the natural scrutiny his expression usually subjected people to, but out of curiosity. Why don’t you do it? Was this their first argument as husband and wife? Who will open the door? Would this be a common occurrence?

Married life was complicated.

He indeed opened the door (a husband’s duty or something), and within the consumptive dark of their house, Jiang could see the layout was no different. It felt larger when absent of family, hollowed of speech and regular warmth he’d been familiar with. There was a long silence; Jiang’s usual habit, unsure of what kind of topic to fill the air with— potatoes were out of the equation, as was seeding.

Loath to coexist with it a moment longer, there was a slow uncurling to pull the bothersome plant anchored at his neck free. Something safer about the hideaway of their home, rooms folded away from the outside that was both strict and overwhelming.

And then as quickly as the holy spirit, Jiang was moving towards Ryuk. Shadows shifted across floorboards, a confrontational approach of glacial hunger that had him on the path of his newly found interest.

By walking right past her.

“I want to see all the rooms.” It would be no different from his prior residency, he knew this, burrowing tunnels of falsities to delay time between now and what their colony expected. It might’ve been wiser to get it done with, but Jiang also wasn’t sure if Ryuk wouldn’t take a literal stab at him for making their duties known.


























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ouch


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Choi residence



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Standard wedding garb.



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Yu-min


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choi si-u


(TW: still literally the most cringe-inducing sex talk you can imagine)

They entered their sleeping quarters. Si-U rolled his shoulders. Sweat doused his forehead as he slowly began shedding the bulk of his outerwear. He had some skinny legs, a sign of his unfortunate inability to work for years and years of his life. He felt kind of... embarrassed.

He tried to box her in with his arms, like he'd been told to do. His chest tightened.

"So I just have to--"

Fire shot up his back.

"OW, OUCH!"

He cried out, pulling his hands back to grab at his aching bones. "It- I'm sorry. No, it's fine!" He wheezed a bit, thumping his knuckles against his vertebrae in some weak attempt to make the pain go away. Not now, not when he had to consummate! This could very well have been the most important day of his life, and it was all going to pot! And he must've looked like a seizing fool, bending and contracting in some vague gesture of fixing it.

Eventually, he contorted himself into an awkward position that was... almost comfortable.

"Sorry."

He felt like he might cry.

"I- ever since I was young I've been plagued as one of God's chosen disciples to experience, uh, agony of the joints and spinal cord." He paused, adjusting himself a little bit. "It's nothing really, it'll go away in a minute or two..." But it probably wouldn't, sometimes it could last hours. "I really am sorry about this, I should've- said something."

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AHHHH HE JUST SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME

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Choi Residence

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Pwetty wedding dress c:

tag
Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy





Song Yumin

Yumin followed his lead, fumbling with the bow on the back of her dress as she tried to find the tails. She pulled them, unravelling the lace holding her dress together but holding the fabric to her chest, hesitant to fully undress. Her cheeks flushed red as Si-U disrobed, hesitating as she clutched to her dress. It was really happening... soon, their marriage would be official, and she would be a wife... and possibly even a mother. Though first, she'd have to let go of her dress.

She hesitated before finally letting go of her dress, crossing her arms in an attempt to maintain a little modesty. Her movements were jerky and awkward as she got onto the bed, lying on her back with her knees firmly together. She watched as he leaned over her, his arms resting on either side of her head. She swallowed, her mind racing as their eyes met. Was this right? Well, God had spoken through their leader, bringing the two of them together, and it was in God's name that they had to do this tonight, to create new life and continue the legacy of Abraham's people. What was she meant to do? What was Si-U meant to do? Was that... ginger she could smell..?

As Si-U cried out in pain, Yumin yelped, leaping out of bed and grabbing her dress. She held it to her chest, her shoulders heaving as her breathing was heavy. Was this what sex was? Had she just messed it up? Oh no, was that part of it and she'd ruined it all?! She was frozen as he clawed behind his back.

She flinched as he struck his spine with his knuckles, the fright seeming to snap her out of it.
"Oh-- Umm, it's okay, it's okay--" She tried to reassure him, quickly pulling her dress back on, the ribbon trailing down her behind as the back hung open.

She swallowed as he explained himself, momentarily speechless. She had been married to a man... living with a curse? Had he done something to anger God? Had she done something to deserve being married to him? No, she couldn't think that way. She was a curse to him, he had been married to a demon, surely she should be feeling sorry for him for being paired with her...

"No-- It's okay!" She assured him, fidgeting with her hands, "W-We only met today, you haven't had time to tell me..."
She seemed to flinch as she realized something, as if her ears had pricked up.
"What do you normally do? To make it better, I mean," She asked, averting her gaze as she paused to think. There were many wives' tales of remedies that would soothe pain, her brothers and father often used them after her mother's particularly harsh outbursts. She listed them in her head until the familiar smell of ginger came to mind.
"Ah-- Ginger, right? I'll check if we have some!" She told him, rushing downstairs.

She almost tripped over her own feet on the bottom step as she ran to the pantry, searching the cupboards. They had been provided with some things to get them started, plenty of ingredients for her to cook with... and within the spices was powdered ginger. She grabbed it, quickly heading back to Si-U. She was meant to be delicate, elegant, ladylike... but her footsteps thumped through the house, betraying her presence.

"I found some!" She told him eagerly, clambering onto the bed. As her weight caused the mattress to shift, she slowed her pace, trying not to influence the soft surface beneath him. She carefully tried to open the pot without spilling it on their sheets, offering it to him.

She paused...
"D-Do you want me to help?" She asked, "You can just rest, I... I can put it on. I-If you want, I mean," She offered, her cheeks a little pink.





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the day after.


Marriage s a sacred union, rooted in God’s plan for creation. As said in Genesis, therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.. What God has joined together, let not man separate. Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God sees all and will judge rightly.

Our sons and daughters have spent their first night together, becoming one in flesh and in spirit. God told Abraham for us to be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it. For we have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the Earth. It is God’s will for us to come together as one so we may continue to multiply; for our seeds to be planted and ploughed, nurtured and cared as they sprout and produce good fruit. Only those with barren seeds and who handle their vegetation with greed, lust, and other immoral sins, will their harvest be rotten or fail to grow.

In following the customs of Abraham’s People, our sons and daughters spend their morning attending their very first church service as a married couple. They receive a blessing from the congregation, thanking the Lord for making two into one in mind, body and spirit. Then, they go their separate ways for the afternoon.

The daughters all make their way down to the riverside with their bed linen and wedding attire with their mothers, mothers-in-laws and the women in their family. Once there, they scoop large buckets of chilled winter water from the river and proceed to wash their linen and garments. Once finished, the other women gather around and, one by one, help to wash the daughter in a ceremonial blessing.

For the sons, they make their way into the forest with their fathers and father-in-laws, and seek out to catch a live animal to bring back for dinner. The men are the providers for the families, and this task is to show their new father-in-law just how much they will be able to provide for their daughter and your children in the future. The sons all aim for the largest animal they can find, usually wasting their time as they save their arrows. But surely, wouldn’t it be wiser not to waste their time limit and collect multiple small rabbits?



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the son.

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moon do-yun.

mood
Where are my friends?

outfit
a white jeogori with gray baji (pants) and a fur mantle

location
East Forest

mentions
Nari and her family

tags
junegloom junegloom
Steve Jobs Steve Jobs
Gao Gao
Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy




moon do-yun.




What God has put together, let no man break apart.

Surrounded by the darkness with embers of the campfire flame flickering and trailing upwards and onwards towards the constellations that twinkled triumphantly in the night sky. The elders of Abraham’s people sat around with the young men, educating them on what it was to be a husband. The expectations and rituals in which they need to follow not only for their families but for the whole community to stay alive and thriving. The next generation landed in their hands, and it was up to them now to nurture and care for it, ensuring their community would never fizzle out. His father spoke with such fierceness, drilling into every single boy how vital the unity of man and woman was; that no man could ever tear them apart if they were to follow the laws of their Lord.

The icy breeze grazed his cheeks as Doyun ventured deeper into the belly of the forest. Bow and arrow clasped, ready to fling any second to catch prized possessions. While his body stood tall, his hands ready to go, and his gaze narrowed into the distance as he patiently waited, his mind trailed off into the distance. Memories of his night trickled of his brain, ensuring a core memory was locked into the back of his consciousness. No wonder parents were told to keep their bedroom doors locked if that was the format of creating life. Despite being an incredibly daunting experience, riddling him anxious in preparation for it, and not to mention the act in itself was over within minutes, there was a euphoric feeling in the pit of his gut when he realised that this was something that he and his wife were destined to do every day for the rest of their life.

Once his seed had been planted, he did as instructed by the elders, and that was to go and wash the lower parts of his body. And then, as he returned back to their bedroom, he fell asleep within minutes. Despite having such an incredibly intimate and personal experience with Nari, the woman he was destined to be with for the remainder of his life, he was still finding it hard to find words around her. The morning came and Doyun was awoken by the sun’s rays at six-thirty; he climbed out of bed and dressed in the attire left aside for him, remembering that all of his possessions were still at his parent’s house, in which Nari was responsible for transferring over within the week. As he ventured downstairs by seven, Nari had gone ahead with her routine (as did every woman in the community did each morning) and created breakfast. They sat across from each other, took each other’s hands and bowed their heads in prayer, and Doyun spoke for the first time since his orders to his wife last night.

Quite humorous that the boy had remained silent towards his wife for such a long period of time; what would a woman think, having been told to take their garments off, to spend the night in absolute silence, and then the next set of words to fall from her husband’s mouth was a morning prayer, thanking the Lord for his abundant love and grace? Even once the prayer was uttered, Doyun continued to remain silent as he ate his breakfast with contentment. No acknowledgement, no thank yous. He just ate the food provided and served by his wife, and then once finished, placed them into the sink to be washed by her. Once it turned eight-thirty, they silently walked to the church, hand in hand. And then, throughout the service, continued to hold hands and continued to be silent. The congregation blessed each couple, laying hands upon their heads and speaking in tongues of prayer. Then, when it was finally over, the sons and daughters split off. Doyun didn’t even say a word to Nari; rather, he gave her a nod to indicate that he was leaving before letting go of her hand and following his father and the other males.

Now, it was his time to prove to his father-in-law what he was worth. Well, being the leader’s son was probably enough. But to show Nari’s father that he could provide for their family was incredibly important. Venturing through the forest was like second nature to the man, having been working as a hunter since leaving school but also spending his childhood running and weaving through these trees with his friends. He knew the animals of the environment, how they moved, and what they responded to. The terrain and temperament of the soils, the location of different tree species and how they correlated to cardinal directions. He could practically walk this forest with his eyes shut and still find his way back home.

Fling!

His finger slipped, causing the arrow to fling onward before lodging itself deep into the body of a wild mountain hare. An exhaled sigh of relief staggered from his lips as he began to approach the dead animal. Upon inspection, Doyun couldn’t help but smirk at his efforts, a bullseye; right into the skull of the rabbit. You couldn’t get much better than that. Taking hold of the rabbit from it’s hind legs, he arose from his position and began to make his way back to the meeting point where they were gathering all of the deceased animals caught in their hunt. Doyun was welcomed with a warm pat and congratulations from Nari’s father, Sung-hoon, causing him to offer the man a somewhat smile. Well, it may not have been a big smile, but it was more than Nari had ever seen in her life.

Chucking the deceased rabbit into the collection of animals he had placed with his belongings, Doyun stood tall and gazed around to see if there were any of his friends nearby. After all, there were no rules in walking together as they hunted. And in all honesty, he wanted to ask them how their nights went. If they fulfilled their duties as husbands, and ask them if they felt the same euphoric feeling he had during those moments.







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Ha Ji-Ho and Wan Mi-Ok

interlude into night

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disquieted


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new home


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The feast was a quiet one compared to the other families celebrating the newlyweds and their soon-to-be grandchildren. His family sat face to face with Mi-Ok's, father to father, mother to mother, and a blank space in front of Ji-Ho's sister. Whether Mi-Ok was privy to the atmosphere was unclear, but even with Ji-Ho's lack of emotional intelligence he could tell that his parents were not happy.

"So tell me, Mi-Ok, how do you plan on helping around the house?" his mother asked, biting into a freshly baked dinner roll.

“Mom..."

"No, I-we are simply curious about our daughter-in-law. With her condition it can't be easy to walk around much less manage the household," she replied.

Mi-ok could feel pressure building in her throat. Like a snake, she sat coiled in her seat across from her husband; where a snake would have spit venom, she swallowed down the acid behind her tongue and spoke as quietly as she could, hardly cutting through the surrounding chatter.

“My mother is an excellent homemaker. She’s taught me how to cook and clean just as well as she can.”

“That’s right!” Dongmei’s expression warped, a massive, counterfeit smile on her lips. “Even though she’s missing one, her other senses make up for it! It’s almost like there isn’t a single thing wrong with her!” Her fingers curled around Mi-ok’s shoulders, pinching bone between her nails. She winced, shrinking in her seat. It hurt, but not enough to shake her off. Not here.

"Oh is that so? She seemed rather unsteady at today's ceremony," Seo-yoon shrugged, "I wouldn't want her tripping over our future grandchildren."

Grandchildren. Now there was a subject that hadn't crossed Ji-Ho's mind. He knew that there would be certain expectations for the night but they hadn't truly hit him until after the wedding. There was the act (for lack of a better word) but what would transpire afterwards felt so odd to conceive. Bringing another life was no easy task and his mother's own near-death experience only fueled his hesitancy (even if he would not be the one to carry them).

Mi-ok set down her chopsticks as her stomach churned. At her side, Dong-mei’s smile wilted into a troubled grimace. She was used to having insults spat at her as her daughter’s mother, but something about Seo-yoon’s words sunk through her skin.

“Well, that’s just-”

"Dear, I'm sure everything will be fine," Ji-Ho's father interjected, placing a hand over his wives. "We've managed, even before you were cured of the devil's afflictions."

"Don't compare me to that thing. That cursed child!" his mother huffed, "Jehovah healed me, but she will always be blind!"

“Mom, that is my wife!" Ji-Ho suddenly stood, his silverware clattering to the floor.

“No, Ji-ho,” Mi-ok was well acquainted with Seo-yoon’s tone of voice. Anger and frustration, laced with sadness. If not from other’s mouths, than from her own.

“She has a right to be upset. I’m sorry, miss.” She bowed her head in submission, but held it there for a moment to hide the grim smile growing on her face. Today had been too kind. She had stood amongst her peers as an equal and became the bride of a normal, undeserving boy. She faced the Leader in his own sanctum and received his blessing, and she didn’t deserve any of it. Her husband’s mother was right. It took until the sun set over the village for this facade of graciousness given to her to fade, taking with it the sense of intrusion and guilt in her stomach.

The cursed child lifted her head. “I don’t know what to say.”

Dong-mei glanced away from her daughter. Next to her, her husband sunk half his face into his fist, keeping his line of sight away from Seo-yoon or her husband. Embarrassment mingled with anger. This was the Wan family’s place, bowing like dogs while insults were spat at their heads.

“I…” his mother paused, the grip tightening on her fork. Rather than finding some pleasure in the other family’s kowtowing, she turned her attention to Dongmei.

”What sins did you commit to birth such an unholy child?” she finally hissed, Her eyes boring holes into the other mother’s face.

“Who cares, Mom? What will knowing change?” Ji-Ho interjected.

He might not have been the most emotionally intelligent person but he knew what his mother was looking for, or rather, that even she didn’t know what she was looking for. She was floundering like she always did when there wasn’t a clear form of retribution.

”Your children, Ji-Ho. My grandchildren,” Seo-yoon replied before gesturing towards Mi-Ok, ”to have a blind grandson, much less a blind granddaughter would be a disgrace. Is this what you want for the future?”

“I…they’re not going to…” Ji-Ho opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words to refute her.

The rest of the dinner proceeded icily, with neither party uttering a word. Where most families were enjoying the final warmth of the sunset, they could only feel a draft pass through their table. Ji-Ho could feel himself dissociating in the cold, like a glacier carried by the waves of the arctic seas. He had no clue how Mi-Ok could sit in that gown without complaint but supposed that neither had a choice in that matter.

The chilly atmosphere followed the couple to their new home, lingering despite the fire Ji-Ho had started in their hearth. Mi-Ok hadn’t so much as whispered since the two left the table, only clutching his hand as he walked her through the house. He opened his mouth to break the silence, yet found himself haunted by his mother's words. He was expected to plant his seed, but what would become of their future child?

If she asked, he’d say the curse wasn't real. He’d say it wouldn’t affect their children. He’d love her as a good husband would.

Leading Mi-Ok to the bedroom, Ji-Ho kissed her on the lips and the two bid each other good night.



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Sleep did not come easily to Nari. Instead, she mulled over the night's events and Doyun's silence. Maybe she was naive, but she thought that they'd be spending the time after their wedding talking and getting to know each other— figuring out each other's likes and dislikes and creating a bond. Though, they were spending the rest of their lives together, so she supposed they had all the time in the world to do that.

However, things didn't change in the morning.

Nari began preparing breakfast earlier than she usually would have, rising early because she couldn't just lay in bed any longer. Gae circled her legs as she moved about the kitchen at a leisurely pace. Having an early start and fewer mouths to feed made the morning much less chaotic than it was back at home. Standing by the table, she waited for her husband to arrive before sitting down at the table.

Aside from the prayer, no words were exchanged. Nari opened her mouth to speak once or twice, though she ended up closing it before she did, unsure of what to say or if she should even say anything at all. Instead, she ate in silence. Then she cleaned in silence (aside from a few gentle commands for her dog to stay out of her path). Church followed in silence as well.

And for the most part, she was okay. Sure, she didn't want to be ignored or disliked. However, she didn't exactly want to go over the frankly uncomfortable and embarrassing act that occurred last night.

When Nari and the other women, including her mother and the Mother Supreme, gathered at the riverside, she began to shrink into herself. Everyone else here was married, so they knew what she did last night. Nari could not move past that thought. The silence on her end continued while the others seemed to chatter away. Especially her mother and Mother Supreme. However, Nari knew to speak when spoken to and how to force smiles. She was thankful she was convincing enough for her mother to not take notice of her mental disengagement.

Glancing around, she hurried to gather more water with at least one of the other women that were also married with her last night. Maybe they were feeling the same as her. Nari never really had the time nor the freedom for friends before, so she was not entirely sure what to say. Instead, she hoped one of the others would start the conversation. Otherwise, she was more than happy to continue her quiet solitude.


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THE STOLEN


mood
If my mother talks to me I'm going to drown myself in the river

location
The river

oufit
Cute hanbok with a fur lined cloak

tag
Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy junegloom junegloom





Song Yumin

Yumin's evening hadn't exactly gone to plan. She wasn't sure if they had even... combined their auras. Was that what it was like? Sleeping beside each other? Laying beneath the sheets and talking? She actually... enjoyed it. She liked Si-U, she enjoyed talking to him... though she tried her best to control herself. She was known to ramble when she got too excited, she'd often go completely uninterrupted for at least an hour when talking to her brothers. However, she knew that wasn't very ladylike and her mother often scolded her for talking out of turn. If she overheard her on one of her tirades, she'd be beaten for sure.

She had massaged his back for a while, using her thumbs to press against his sore muscles. She remembered asking if she was doing okay over and over... she didn't want to press too hard and hurt him any more than he was already hurting. She seemed to be... helping... and that felt good! She wanted to make him feel better. That was part of her role as a wife, right? She actually enjoyed it, she felt closer to him. As the aching in his back subsided - well, maybe not completely, but to a manageable extent - Yumin clambered into bed beside him... and the two just... talked. They'd only met that day, after all, she had lots to learn about him. What was his job? What did he like to eat? Did he have a favourite colour?

She awoke earlier than Si-U, unsure of when she'd fallen asleep... She hoped she hadn't passed out while he was talking. Was she a bad wife already? She tried to push that idea to the back of her mind, quietly and slowly getting out of bed to avoid waking him. She changed in the bathroom, partly to keep from waking up, but also... he still hadn't seen her fully undressed yet, what if he woke up and saw her when she was vulnerable?

She headed downstairs to prepare breakfast for him, searching the pantry for ingredients... She settled on kongnamul bap, a breakfast soup, with rice and a side of fermented vegetables. She opened a window just a crack, allowing some of the steam to escape without letting in too much of the cold, before serving their meal at their dinner table. The kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of soup as they ate their breakfast.

Though this was a recipe known well by many members of the community, Yumin struggled to eat it. Her stomach turned at the thought of what lay ahead that day. She would have to face her mother and the rest of the women in their community. The women would be sorely disappointed in her if they hadn't consummated their marriage last night... but somehow, telling her mother they had was even worse. She tried to keep up her cheery facade while she spoke with Si-U that morning, hoping he wouldn't notice her nerves.

She was fidgety in church... well, more fidgety than she always was. She wanted to be happy when the church blessed them but her mind simply couldn't focus on their good will. Her eyes met with Si-U and she managed a small smile, though his company was likely more reassuring to her than it was to him.

As they prepared to depart, she wrapped her cloak around herself, shifting her weight from one foot to another. She wanted to prolong this interaction for as long as possible... maybe she could just be late, or even better, not go at all! Suddenly, she was violently ill and just had to go back to bed to recover... though she couldn't imagine the Lord would particularly approve of lying to get out of a ritual specifically made to honour him. She smiled awkwardly at Si-U, fidgeting with her hands. She was going to have to leave eventually...

"Be safe," She told him with a smile, resting a hand on his shoulder. She stood on the tips of her toes, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before making her way back to their home to collect their bed linens. She returned to the river with an armful of clothing and bedsheets, stumbling over her own feet as she stood on a bedsheet dangling from her pile. Her face was red by the time she made it to the riverbank, letting out an exasperated breath and retrieved a bucket.

As she filled it, she almost toppled over from the weight of the water, eventually plonking herself on the ground and beginning her work. Maybe if she just... didn't acknowledge her mother, she simply wouldn't have to answer any hard questions... though she felt her eyes on her from afar. She scrubbed Si-U's ginger-stained shirt, her tongue poking out between her lips as she concentrated on the task at hand. Her eyes wandered until they met with Nari's... her face flushed red. She'd made eye contact with the Do-Yun's wife, the leader's son, with a flushed face and her tongue sticking out... She straightened her back. She wasn't sure how she could look so ladylike all the time. Yumin often found herself slipping up, making a fool of herself... no wonder Nari had been paired with Do-Yun over her. Yumin was simply... inferior. She must look so weird, glancing at Nari like that. What if she thought she was judging her? What if Nari hated her now?! She should smile, that was a normal thing to do. She awkwardly smiled at her. Maybe she should... talk to her.

Had Nari... done it? Of course she had, that was what they were meant to do. Yumin was the weird one for not doing it. What was she meant to talk to her about?
"Hey Nari, how do you procreate? I bet you know, there's no way you didn't complete your marital duty last night... I didn't because I'm a bad wife, and now my bedsheets smell of gingerbread!"
She swallowed, staring down at her husbands shirt as it soaked in the river water... She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting with Nari once more.
"Hi! I'm Yumin," She smiled, subconsciously fidgeting with her washing.





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the tricked



Ji-Ho.













mood

mixed feelings











outfit

A (pretend it's brown) galjungi and rabbit's pelt mantle











location

The Woods











interactions

His BFFLs (boy friends for life)











tags

weldherwings weldherwings , Twin Fantasy Twin Fantasy , Gao Gao















For being a loud boy, Ji-Ho had a surprisingly light step.

Though he considered himself a better fisherman than hunter (and a better farmer than fisherman), rabbits were more plentiful than fish and it seemed to be something of a bonding activity for the sons whereas the daughters of Abraham were doing....well only He knew what. Admittedly, the idea of bonding through solitude was an odd one, but he also understood the utility of splitting up. It covered more ground and assuming that everyone did their fair share of work, would result in a higher yield.

“Come here little guy," he coaxed, "I promise I won't hurt you."

A lie, of course. Shortly after the words left his mouth, so did an arrow fly from his string and embed itself in his target's thigh. Damn it, he wanted to shout as he ran over to the shaking creature. He'd seen chickens beheaded, cows drained, and fish gutted, but looking a rabbit in the eye felt so much more personal. The fur felt matted under his touch, already sticky with blood as it struggled to escape Ji-Ho's grasp.

"Sorry buddy," he whispered as he freed the hare from its misery.

He often wondered whether he ought to say a prayer for each animal in his haul or ask for forgiveness for killing an innocent creature, but tradition had told him that grace was reserved for meals (and only meals). Instead, Ji-Ho picked up the carcass along with his bow and walked back towards the main entrance of the forest until he saw a familiar face.

"Oi! Do-yun!" he half-shouted, waving towards the esteemed, future leader of their community, "what'd you catch so far?"



♡coded by uxie♡
 

curse of
abraham
the only
child

WAN MI-OK

Mi-ok knew it was time to rise when the rays of sun pierced through her eyelids, leaving a dull pain behind her forehead and a residual shadow of bright light in her vision. She had one foot on the wooden floor, already moving through the motions of her morning routine when she paused, and the weight of a stranger on the opposite side of the bed became apparent from how the mattress felt, leaning just slightly in its direction. Were she a more forgetful woman, this realization would’ve set off the most ferocious intruder-defense reaction she could’ve managed. Instead, she stopped, planting both feet on the floor. For better or for worse, she remembered the previous day and the night that followed. Unable to recall the bells of the cathedral or the voices of the church choir what remained burned as bile in the back of her throat. Embarrassment, shame, intrusion on that most holy; first the church and now, she thought as she gripped the cotton sheets, marriage. She sat here, in the home of a married couple, in the bed of one, next to a married man. Did all of that make her a bride? Didn’t you need to be holy? No matter how much she rolled the thought around in her head, it didn’t make sense. Bride. Mi-ok the Bride. She hadn’t been given any time to think about it and now the concept was raw as a bruise that she couldn’t keep her proverbial fingers away from. Mi-ok the bride.

This house smelled weird. At least she wouldn’t have to feel her way around.

Breakfast was going to be soybean stew. Running her hands over the bottom of the cabinets, she managed to bump into a few small jars of wedding gifts her mother and father had left for her. Pulling them to her nose, she identified them by scent, and set them down next to what she had felt out as the stove. Whatever smelled good side-by-side would go in the pot together. It was a technique she had taught herself, and while in her mother’s opinion it never produced the most appetizing results in terms of appearance, she had never made anything inedible. She hoped her husband didn’t eat with his eyes. The bowls were on the table as soon as she heard his steps coming down the hall, and as soon as he sat, she followed him in prayer.

The meal proceeded in silence. Typically, Mi-ok found little comfort in quiet; at home, silence followed fits and induced outbursts of emotion, almost always from her mother. It was never heard but could always be felt, weighing heavily in the air like smoke, hard to clear with a passing remark about the day’s events or plans for tomorrow. Mi-ok could always feel what kind of silence it was, too. What it would lead to and why it was there. The silence between her and Ji-ho was different, however. She still felt unsure, doubtful that at any moment it could be broken by a painful remark or a sudden angry outburst, but it was oddly pleasant to sit in silence with him. At least it wasn’t like last night.

—

Church seemed to end as soon as it began. Her thoughts were consumed; she was still reeling over last night. Ji-ho had attempted to defend her from his mother. In her righteous fury, she questioned whether she would make a good wife and mother, like she had countless times on her own, and Ji-ho had gone against her and for what? The embarrassment that came inseparable from the Wan family’s position? The Bible said to honor thy father and thy mother, so why would Ji-ho break a commandment? The only thought that settled her stomach was an attempt at avoiding conflict and fostering a moment of peace between the two families. It wouldn't be all for her own sake. She tossed the idea aside in shame at the size of her own ego.

She began to wonder what amount of self-involvement amounted as sinful in church when mass ended. Time had come for the couples to go their separate ways. Knowing where Ji-ho would be going, Mi-ok sent him off with little more than a ‘be safe’, but unable to watch him depart, she clutched to the ends of his fingertips, feeling their edges and grooves in hers, prolonging the sensation for as long as she could until she felt him gently pull away. Something in her wanted to grab on to the back of his shirt and follow him into the forest. She still couldn’t be sure he would be coming back.

—

The trek from the house to the riverside was one she had made before, but traveling off the dirt paths of the community and into the grass forced her to use her seeing-eye cane. She managed to bundle her laundry into a somewhat cohesive heap that she could carry with one arm, feeling around the grass until she could hear the familiar sound of rushing water and chatting female voices. Wandering towards a space by the river where the sound of others was a bit less discernible, she got to work immediately. Knowing Mother Supreme was there slowed her a bit. Usually, she would scrub away at her linens, paying little attention to drops of water that landed on her lap or wet the ends of her sleeves, but today, she worked slowly and deliberately, planning every action to look graceful. She couldn’t tell when her gaze was on her, but the knowledge of her presence made her feel stared at and looked over. A familiar pang of guilt hit her stomach. Her bedsheets would never be clean at this pace.





code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​
 








Her first evening as part of a wedded couple had been... interesting. Quiet, which was not something Hae appreciated. When she allowed herself to fantasize about marriage, she'd always pictured more. More what exactly she wasn't sure. More nerves? More passion? Arguing, maybe?

Whatever she'd imagined, it definitely wasn't the hours of radio silence she got from her husband, interrupted occasionally by empty dialogue.

To go on a tour of the house you grew up in was absurd. They could both navigate the space with their eyes closed and their hands tied behind their backs, but still he'd insisted on walking around it. On absorbing all of its repetitive details. Details that Hae could've described to him - and he to himself - even if deprived of all her senses.

Is this what marriage would be like? Her, fulfilling all of her husband's ridiculous whims while still knowing very little about him, about what motivated those whims. Her, a shadow of her mother, and her mother before her.

He, the object blocking the light.

She'd spent much of her evening pondering what her sister would be feeling, as they navigated their home that mirrored all the others. She would've been happy. Definitely would've made more of an effort to speak to her husband. In fact, she probably would've been given a better one. One that wouldn't fall asleep before they managed to...

Managed to what? Hae wasn't even entirely sure what they were supposed to do to to honor their union or whatever. It was his responsibility to tell her, and he instead snored in her face.

And her mother thought she'd be the one to fall short of fulfilling her wifely duties.

However awful the previous night had been, the following morning was guaranteed to be worse. Hae had never felt fully connected with the other women of the commune, less so after her twin's death, and they didn't seem too keen to welcome her.

Much like her husband.

It had dawned on her long ago that maybe she was the problem, and keeping it that way suited her just fine.

Today, however, she couldn't really wander off and go talk to the horses or sit in the grass. No, today she was on a tight leash, the role of wife still little more than a noose around her neck, waiting for her to kick the chair. Take the dive. Have the babies. Become her mother.

Her mother, who was waiting for her when she walked out of her newly appointed home. Hae's chest heaved with a large exhale, disbelief coloring her expression despite her presence not being remotely surprising. Hae was a flight risk, and the only thing more embarrassing than having her for a daughter would be if said daughter didn't show up to the post-nuptial ritual. So, Hae had a private escort. Fun.

The walk to the dining hall was as silent as her husband, and filled with as much love. The meal wasn't much better, a tribute to a predestined life she - nor Jiang, it seemed - asked for. A celebration for something no one chose.

When the time finally came to make their way to the river, Hae had still said less than ten words in the entire day. Responses to her mother's backhanded compliments and even straight forward insults were delivered in the form of side eyes and tight-lipped smiles dripping with sarcasm. She wondered if her mother was expecting her to lash out, if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop during the women's time at the riverside.

If she wasn't, she didn't know her daughter as well as she should.

She walked with a deliberate slowness, a stark contrast to her usual walking pace, her desire to hear the other newlyweds gush about how wonderful their husbands were - Nari in particular, she could only imagine how insufferable that'd be - already zero and still somehow declining the closer they got to their destination.

When she and her mother arrived, garments and linen in hand, the chatter was already underway. Dropping her articles near her fellow newlyweds, Hae neglected to greet them, eyebrows raising in marked disgust at Yumin's tone as she introduced herself to the son's wife, instead quietly making her way towards the riverbed and filling her bucket. She took her time even there, wetting her face with the icy water and closing her eyes to bask in the sounds of nature - the rush of the river, the wind, birds conversing amongst themselves.

She watched the interactions between the women as she walked back to where she'd dumped her responsibilities. The glass smiles, eyes possessing a softness she'd never known, nervousness she'd only ever felt in the form of rage. Rage that she could feel creeping up on her, sick of being held down like a bad dog. Or a bad woman.

"I'm Hae,"
she said, likely an unnecessary introduction, as she sat cross-legged and dunked her wedding dress in winter water.







the revenge



hae.













♡coded by uxie♡
 
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