as they see it

Translation: kai thank you for dancing / kai i am grateful for your dancing

During exo’s ment after growl, i was standing there, exo’s backs were facing me. Everyone around me was focusing on what exo was saying, hence not one placard was raised. I forgot which member was talking that time but Jongin glanced at my place and I saw that moment as an opportunity to raise this placard. I thought i was going crazy but after i raised my placard (i raised it so high to make sure that he will see this) jongin legit turned his head and read what was on my placard. He was squinting his eyes i think hence it took him a kind of a few seconds before he reacted. The untinkable happened. That reaction was only present in my daydreams. I daydreamed of that reaction everytime. He bowed to me. He bowed… to me. He showed his gratefulness to me thanking him for his dance. I was so speechless. I wasn’t able to focus on what was happening around me. I cried. I cried so hard i was sobbing the whole encore. This placard was my only way of telling him how much i am grateful for his dancing. I made this in hopes of getting noticed by him. It is a crazy dream of mine to be able to tell him that his dancing changed my life. And the fact that he noticed me and actually bowed to me… people were starting to look at me on why i was crying so hard but i didnt cared. Jongin actually noticed me and bowed to me and i will never forget about this.

And here’s Ryou!
Didn’t bothered with the full views, cause it’s the same as his clothes in the Movie, but the white lines of his shirt are darker blue n_n
The backpack it’s because I wanted him to wear something creepily cute!

And he needs a backpack for adventures                                                                                        

i brought you flowers, lya.  flowers for you.  they’re your favorites–the blue winter roses.  brandon never noticed, but i did.

they are dying in his hands, the flowers he brought her from the north.  he’d tried drying the petals the way that lya had used to do, but he’d done it wrong.  mayhaps you couldn’t dry the whole rose.  mayhaps you could only dry the petals when you’d plucked them away from the flower.

it was stupid to bring them.  

you stupid! she was always calling them stupid.  brandon when he tried to pull rank and age, ned when he tried to reason with her–both stupid.  stupid boys.  sometimes it was fond, other times it was not.  you truly think robert will change for me? don’t be stupid, ned.  don’t be stupid.  

there’s blood on the roses.  arthur dayne’s blood, and gerold hightower’s.  blood because there’s blood on his hands.  ned tried to wipe the blood away so the roses wouldn’t be covered in it but he hadn’t done it well enough.  it will be all right, though.  lya will call him stupid–the fond sort of stupid–and she’ll smile at and it will be all right.  

eddard! she’d screamed to him before the fight, a name she only used when something was wrong.  truly wrong.  eddard, when mother had died, eddard, when ben had fallen from a tree and broken his leg, eddard, the last time he’d seen her before…

she was captive.  that’s all.  

he can’t imagine her a captive.  he can’t imagine the white knights of the kingsguard knowing what to do with her.  he imagines her trying to climb down the tower through her window the way she’d used to climb the burned tower at winterfell, he imagines her making pointed comments about how swordsmanship doesn’t make a man, he imagines her berating them for what true knight holds a girl captive? what prince does? how can they live with themselves? 

it will be all right.  lya fights everything.  it was just a warning–that ser arthur is–was–the best swordsman, that there were three of them, that–

there’s blood.

blood on the floor, blood on the bed, blood between her legs.  her face is pale as death and her lips are dry and cracked and scabbed, and her grey eyes are shining with fever.

“eddard,” she says. her voice is so weak.

“lya.  i brought you flowers lya.  i brought…”

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