Martian energy is intense, and most of the time Mars’s herbs and oils are used in conjunction with the energies of other Planets to intensify their effects, rather than in a “simple”—a formula that uses only one Planet’s herbs. Here are some examples of how a touch of a Mars herb can act with and upon other Planetary energies to enhance their effectiveness:
Sun with Mars
Sun is confidence, personal power, health, and self-expression. Add a little Mars and increase your control over your life, enhance your ability to express your interests and goals with even greater success, or enable yourself to stroll through life with energy, health, and personal charisma.
Moon with Mars
Lunar energies keep you in touch with your emotions, your psyche, and your subconscious. Add some Mars to quicken the development of your psychic abilities, motivate yourself to transform bad habits into good ones, or add vitality to your system if you are working on fertility issues.
Mercury with Mars
Eloquence, intelligence, and business endeavors are some of the energies of Mercury. Combining Mercurial herbs and oils with an herb or oil belonging to the dominion of Mars will help you to be more persuasive, have an even quicker mind, and be charmingly assertive enough to get the job you deserve.
Jupiter with Mars
Expansion, honor, authority, and growth all belong to Jupiter. Add a Mars energy to grow and expand faster in an area of your ambition, garner recognition of your accomplishments, intensify your authority in any area of your life, or expand your understanding of the best ways to accomplish your goals.
Venus with Mars
Romance, beauty and the arts—what’s not to love? Combining Venusian energy with a touch of Mars will add passion to the romance, help you to express yourself confidently as an artist, and make people look twice when you pass.
Saturn with Mars
Protection, understanding of karma, endurance, self-discipline, and control are the areas where
Saturnian herbs are used. Add strength and energy with a Saturn-Mars combination to protect your home if you live in a particularly dangerous area, to work through karmic debt, to vitalize yourself in a situation which requires hard work and endurance, or to accomplish a difficult task requiring much self-control.
Neptune with Mars
Neptune is the Planet of out-of-body experiences, creative genius, and the mystical. Bringing a little Martian energy into the equation will help you to harness and express the creativity residing in your subconscious, master astral projection more quickly, and experience more intensely any meditation, trancework, or altered state.
Uranus with Mars
Intellectual genius, innovative thought, and transformation of thought patterns fall under the dominion of Uranus. Mars will increase the workings of your mind to higher levels, bring action to your original thoughts, and hasten your ability to change the way your brain works, taking you out of any thought doldrums.
Pluto with Mars
Karma, unconscious behavior patterns, letting go, facing fear, and your Shadow Self are all Plutonian in nature. Partnering Pluto’s herbs and oils with an herb or oil of Mars will help you open those scary “memory boxes” in the back of your mind that make you so uncomfortable, break through barriers when you are working in psychotherapy, recognize karmic debt, and enable you to actively work to release it. This is not a fun combination, be warned. It is very intense, and if you choose to work with this combination, expect dramatic changes that will rock your life.
Energies: communication, divination, business success, intellectualization, learning
The rest of the planets do not have seals because they are not the seven classical planets used in witchcraft. So many people many not agree with the rest of this lecture, but here is the rest and what the majority of people use.
Energies: illusion and imagination; useful in hypnosis, trance, dreamwork
This is a list of the scents that I am using at the moment.. and have been using for a very long time, actually. I am a sucker for fragrances and love the touch of mystery each and every one of my scents leave on me. I love turning into an enigma. I apply perfume every day and for any occasion and never care about a scent being too ‘heavy’ to wear during the day. And of course I adore the beautiful flacons.
I much prefer full, dark, erotic, spicy and warm scents to fresh and flowery ones, but as so many things in life, there are always exceptions.
1) CORTIGIANA by IL PROFVMO
This… is the ultimate sugar baby scent. ‘Sugar baby’ is even too much of an immature and playful term for this perfume.
Here is why:
Dedicated to the strong and determined woman…an iron fist in a velvet glove.
A tribute to courtesans - well-read, playful and intriguing women who aspired to much more than love, striving to influence the powerful men they caught in their web. Cortigiana expresses a new form of sensuality and a spiritual and invigorating voluptuousness.
From time immemorial, women have examined their world and developed tricks to win favor and thus survive in hostile environments.
Cortigiana is the link between women of yesterday and those of today, at once intelligent and seductive with myriad artistic talents.
She is seated on the grass at a picnic lunch. Her eyes take in the verdant Venetian hills surrounding her. Leaning against a cherry tree, her hand caresses the green grass swaying in the breeze. As she raises a sweet delicacy to her mouth, relishing a hint of vanilla, she illustrates her spiritual and cultural skills. Her life is rich and rewarding, and her perfume reveals the beauty of her body. Faintly powdery, it clothes her and adorns her with infinite artistry sail through life with finesse and seduction.
Top Note: Floral Notes, Dark Cherry Heart Note: Almond, Vanilla Base Note: Iris, Herbs
I love this perfume. Absolutely love it. It is my signature scent.
2) QUELQUES FLEURS L’ORIGINAL by HOUBIGANT
Dita von Teese wears it. ‘Nuff said.
Top notes are orange blossom, green notes, tarragon, bergamot, lemon and citruses; middle notes are carnation, tuberose, orchid, lilac, orris root, jasmine, heliotrope, ylang-ylang, lily-of-the-valley, rose, violet and iris; base notes are sandalwood, tonka bean, amber, musk, civet, oakmoss, honey and vanilla.
The true Quelques Fleurs formula has never been published. An ancient formula still kept in the family archives, this fragrance will never be duplicated. The blend of soft, sensual florals uses over 250 different raw materials and more than 15,000 flowers to create just one ounce of Quelques Fleurs eau de parfum.
3.) TOBACCO VANILLE by TOM FORD (Private Blend)
The classic. No need to say more.
4.) SHANGHAI LILY by TOM FORD (Private Blend)
The fragrance features spicy notes, floral notes, olibanum, vanilla, bitter orange, pink pepper, black pepper, cloves, jasmine, rose, tuberose, vetiver, cashmere wood, benzoin, castoreum, labdanum, guaiac wood and incense.
Opulent. Tantalizing. Elegant.
Shanghai Lily is a floral oriental scent that transports the senses into a world of rare and opulent ingredients from the historic silk road. Warm spices, elegant florals and addictive notes of vanilla and frankincense create a hazy reverie of glamour and temptation.
5.) PLUM JAPONAIS by TOM FORD (Private Blend)
6.) NOIR DE NOIR by TOM FORD (Private Blend)
Dark. Sexy. Indulgent.
Encompassing and celebrating the Yin and the Yang, this rich oriental scent reveals Tom Ford’s feminine side. Rich feminine florals and the masculine earthiness of black truffle, vanilla, patchouli, oud wood, and tree moss add a warm sensuality to this dark chypre oriental.
7.) BLACK ORCHID by TOM FORD
8.) TEINT DE NEIGE by LORENZO VILLORESI
Teint de neige, “the colour of snow”, the delicate rosy hue of a powdered face. The unmistakable scent of perfumed powders, the fragrance of face powder, the perfume of talc, a soft, gentle, enveloping Eau de Toilette, yet intense and persistent. An aroma delicately permeated by the richness of the natural extracts of precious flowers, recalling the light, images and atmosphere of the belle-époque.
Top Note: Jasmin, Rose, Ylang Ylang, sweet, powdery and floral notes Middle Note: Tonka bean, Jasmin, Rose, sweet, powdery and floral notes Base Note: Heliotrope, Musk, Rose, Jasmin, sweet, powdery and floral notes
9.) YERBAMATE by LORENZO VILLORESI
A boundless greenland touching the sky. The scent of grass, of new-mown hay, of countless herbs and flowers scattered in the fields, stirred by the wind and warmed by the sun. A lonely fire in the meadows, the quiet ritual of tea and mate a gentle veil of smoke, rising and lightly embracing.
Top note: Fresh, green and citrus notes, tea, aromatic herbs, Mate, Mint, Estragon, Rosewood, Ylang Ylang. Middle Note: Green notes, tea, herbs, Mate, New-mown Hay, Lavender. Base Note: Green notes, tea, Mate, Galbanum, Labdanum, Tree-Moss, Patchouli, Vetiver, aromatic woods, touches of powdery and gently spiced notes.
10.) L’ILE AU THÉ by ANNICK GOUTAL
It reminds me of the scented black teas that I so love..
L’Ile au Thé is an infusion of well-being, an invigorating and soothing perfume to be shared.
Between the sea and volcanoes, a stroll in the fields of mandarin trees and tea plantations, waving in the wind of an Asian island. The crystalline mandarin bursts into freshness, contrasting, in a soft and soothing breeze, with the tea, green and leathery, and the osmanthus, carnal and fruity, like a caress on the skin…
11.) VANILLE BOURBON by IL PROFVMO
Delicate and irresistable, Vanille Bourbon captivates and enchants your most distant dreams. Crafted from the orchid, the fragrance is intensified with touches of amber, Tahitian Gardenia and heliotrope. Its sunny quality eases the mind and senses.
12.) X by CLIVE CHRISTIAN
According to lore, Cleopatra so adored Egyptian jasmine, gathered from the banks of the Nile at dusk when the flower’s scent is at its headiest, that she doused the sails of her ship with their essence on her journey to meet Mark Antony. As the fragrant breezes of this legendary flower snaked his way, legend has it, Mark Antony fell in love with the Egyptian queen, famous for her love of beautiful perfumes.
A soft and sensual fruity chypre, X for Women complements the soft eroticism of X for Men. Egyptian jasmine is refreshed and made momentarily sharp by fruit notes such as tart rhubarb and juicy peach and pineapple. Vanilla and labdanum soften and enrich those notes, and the perfume is made even more erotic with the X series’ signature note of Karo Karundi, a white flower essence from the West African shrub whose scent recalls the Acacia flower and is reputed to be an aphrodisiac.
The notes in X for Women blend beautifully not only with each other, but also with skin, creating a warm, sweet and luscious skin scent that, like X for men, could be described as approachably erotic. Comforting and stunning.
13.) LOVE IN WHITE by CREED
An ode to Creed’s craftsmanship and passion for the world’s finest ingredients, Love in White combines hand-selected essences from five continents—a fragrant statement of global unity and peace. Created by master perfumer Olivier Creed and inspired by his love of sailing the world’s oceans, this scent is pure freedom. Cultured and polished, it’s no wonder this fragrance is loved by First Ladies. Love in White was honored on its launch day with a most iconic image—the Empire State Building illuminated by pure white lights. A zesty citrus blend grounded by powdery rice husk with cool notes of spring blooms.
14.) LIFE THREADS RUBY by LA PRAIRIE
A saleslady gave me a sample of this perfume because, as soon as she looked at me, she knew what an ‘erotic’ and sensual character I was.. making this scent perfect for me. What a compliment!
Life Threads Ruby is a romantic feminine fragrance for women that is reminiscent of a long quiet walk through a spring garden. Infused with the subtle notes of tangy African orange flower, musky bergamot, sweet jasmine and aromatic ylang-ylang, this classic scent combines warm musky base notes to create an oriental floral fragrance that is ideal for date night or snuggling on the couch with someone special.
There are oh so many more that I am going to try and buy.. I get so excited whenever I imagine my next perfume shopping trip.
the way light reflecting off of something glass sometimes makes a rainbow. bunches of purple and white flowers blending and bleeding into one another. lilac and lavender and orchid and amethyst and iris. driving on a foggy morning. polaroid photos. that little sparkle the water makes when the sun shines against it.
name aesthetic: alyssa // requested by anonymous (cc, 2017)
Hey everyone! Sorry I’ve been so inactive as of late, university and family are kicking my ass and I’ve had a few more obligations than usual. I plan to get back to the original story ASAP, but wanted to offer this to any mystic messenger newcomers or past readers in the meantime. This particular piece was a special gift for my amazing friend @talesofbiro that I found while I was preparing for the next chapter of LHTL, and forgot that I didn’t share it here. Since I’m rather fond of this particular work, I figured I’d do so now. I hope you all enjoy it, and a very happy new year to you all despite my acute absence for the start of it!
Note: MC will be referred to as Ha-Yun in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. There are only mild spoilers for Jumin’s route.
As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters.
Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!
To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:
Cavities are coming kiddies, it’s time for the sweet hurt/comfort fluff!
The Power of a Flower
Thirty minutes before his next lesson, and the monotony was as stifling as ever. He stared listlessly at the slate walls of the C&R lobby where he was told to wait with Driver Kim, anticipating his new tutor’s arrival to drive him to the Han residence. His father had wanted to show him around the office today. And though it was fun to be led around and told with sincere gravity the importance of his future, he was going back to the mansion soon. A place filled with empty rooms and an even more vacant, perpetually smiling staff; each robotic inquiry regarding the state of his health more unsettling than the last. As proud as he was to fulfill his father’s legacy, he couldn’t help the restlessness in his limbs at the prospect of returning home. He wished he could spend more days talking with Jihyun, or sitting in the garden to read, or simply spending some time with his thoughts. But whenever he expressed that desire to his father, he was always met with the same response.
“This is for your own good, Jumin,” He would say, patting his shoulder affectionately. “I know you’ll be an even greater director than I am someday. You’ll have plenty of time for that when summer comes along.”
Jumin never had the heart to argue with his father after that, conceding that he had a fair point. There would be plenty of time; meanwhile he had a necessary role to fulfill.
So he waited, ever the loyal and diligent son everybody decided he was. Eventually, Driver Kim went to retrieve the car while Jumin was left behind with the security guard as usual; a huge, vigilant mass towering before him. Under the familiar shadow Jumin let out a small sigh, his shoulders curling in as he waited. Before he could wonder what level of algebra he would be met with today–always a fascinating challenge–he jumped when a finger prodded his shoulder. Brows furrowing, he turned to meet a pair of sapphire eyes shining back at him curiously.
There stood a little girl in faded jeans and a cerise shirt patterned with ivory flowers, like the kind that grew near the playground he and Jihyun so often frequented. He frowned as a measure of apprehension deadened his limbs, confusion invading his thoughts as he wondered what it was she wanted. Another little girl and her mother trying to play house again, perhaps?
“Hiya! What’s your name?” She asked brightly from the other side of the bench.
He blinked, surprised. Had she never seen a tabloid? He fiddled with the little cufflinks at the end of his sleeves, a gift from his father. “Jumin Han.” The cool, regular shape of the smooth metal soothed him.
“I’m Ha-Yun!” She smiled when he finally responded.
He stared at her and she giggled at his blank look. Either she was of a separate mind all together, or she was incredibly bubbly by nature. Regardless, he couldn’t help but find the optimism infectious despite lingering skepticism, his shoulders relaxing in the confines of his suit as he followed her beckoning to the adjacent main hall.
“My papa’s busy fixing the lights in the offices, so I came exploring! It was boring in those big gray squares.” She grimaced as she remembered, as if the thought had been torture enough. “But I heard there was a pretty garden at the very tippity top of the building.” She whispered the last part conspiratorially, as if it was meant for his ears alone as she held out her hand. “Want to come see it with me?” It was an earnest request, no threat of unspoken disapproval or forced kindness in a single syllable. She just wanted to go see flowers, if her shirt was any indication.
He gazed at her hand for a long moment, unable to understand why he was even considering risking his father’s rage over a random stranger’s proposition. Perhaps it was something about the way those eyes sparkled at him, joyous and unrepentant. She was not in the least unsettled by his apathetic mien or the consequences sure to follow such a reckless decision. But most of all, maybe it was the way she had approached without a moment’s hesitation to invite him along for an adventure; to her Jumin Han was little more than a name, just another boy at school or on the playground.
“Do you know where the garden is?” Jumin asked quietly, still a bit wary despite his decision to join her.
She lowered her hand and shook her head, but she was no less unperturbed. “Nope, but I know the elevator had a map next to it!”
He raised a brow as he followed her with measured steps towards the company elevator at the end of the hall, surprised at how observant she was. People that had worked here for years knew nothing of the garden at the top of the building, yet she had pinpointed the location in a matter of seconds in the short time she was here. No less than that, she had also chosen a time in which the halls were veritably empty, as most employees had now returned to work after the collective lunch break that left them meandering and dashing about the building.
He watched with mild amusement as she moved as stealthily as possible, looking back and forth and grinning whenever she noticed him behind her. She was already staring at the map when he neared her position, leaning forward to trace the floor number. He gazed with fascination at the waves of hair that obscured her face–a warm golden brown like the gourmet chocolate his father loved so much–with a few strands here and there lighter than the base color. His hand lifted to touch it, enthralled with the hue, until he remembered that it wasn’t acceptable behavior and began fiddling with his cufflinks again. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable just to satisfy his curiosity.
“This one! Floor eighty-three!” She declared triumphantly, pressing the ascension button on the elevator and tapping her foot as she waited, her head oscillating to a silent rhythm.
She was so different from the other children he’d met; in her own little world despite sharing this moment with him, content to stand beside him in the silence. But then, perhaps he had little room to speak. He often overheard his instructors and father say the same thing about him with various levels of approval. And her disposition didn’t seem estranging so much as endearing. He wanted to be here and share in this moment with her, wanted to discover more about why she wanted to see flowers and why there seemed to be music in her mind and why she had asked him to come along. He had so many questions and yet he had no voice to ask them no matter how welcome she made him feel; afraid that a single word from him would break the spell and she would disappear, as fleeting as she was captivating. Instead he simply waited alongside her, entering as the door opened and watching her press the floor number with a spring in her step.
As soon as the doors closed he approached the console and utilized the override his father often did to ensure they could get to the desired floor without any interruptions, holding down the door-closing key until they arrived. Ha-Yun stared at his outstretched hand and flat expression inquisitively, but otherwise made no move to stop him.
When they reached their destination without incident she jumped out of the elevator as Jumin exited with sure footsteps, the doors slinking closed behind them. He flexed his numb fingers to coax the feeling back into his arm as she stood frozen mere steps away from the threshold, taking everything in for a long moment. He watched her expression morph from curious excitement to breathless awe, enchanted by the enormous window panes letting in every last shred of sunlight and illuminating the room full of flowers of every hue. From roses, to orchids, to lilacs, to zinnias, to any flower imaginable; they were all here. And by the looks of it, Ha-Yun hadn’t expected such a stunning arrangement or thorough display, a veritable rainbow of blossoms there for her perusal.
Jumin simply observed, her inability to decide where to start adorable. But she did eventually make a beeline for the white ones, searching the flowerbed for something as she scoured every inch. Silent as a shadow he waited, his ears trained on the elevator. He might not be in all that much trouble for wandering off, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be without the proper authorization. If anybody asked, it would be a simple matter of explanation that he was the one to suggest the excursion while she was the one to follow.
“Found it!” She hopped up with a small bloom in hand, cupping it gently in her hands and cooing over her find as he looked on with fond satisfaction.
He was taken aback when her head rose and sought him out, cobalt eyes fixating on his still form before she rose from her crouched position and approached him. His hands immediately sought out his cufflinks, restless digits pushing the metal squares in and out of their niche until she was about a foot away from him. With deft fingers, she reached forward to tuck her favorite flower into his caught pocket right beside the lilac handkerchief his father had gifted him a few months ago. He blinked and looked down as she retreated, intrigued by the star-shaped blossom peaking out from the onyx fabric.
“There,” She murmured, a soft smile on her face. “It matches your suit perfectly, I had a feeling it would.”
When he looked back to her, he noticed the flower on his chest matched the ones strewn across the bottom right corner of her shirt. “What is it called?” He asked, before he could think to wonder why the information mattered.
She had already begun perusing the orchids when she turned around to find him caressing the flower with delicate strokes of his thumb. “Jasmine, it’s my favorite!” She replied cheerfully, grinning at the sight of a faint blush on his pale cheeks.
As she continued to explore each section he returned to where she was searching before, looking for another jasmine blossom. Nothing seemed to meet his standards until he found one shaped to perfection, picking it with extreme care while he waited for her to finish. He settled for watching the wonder bloom across her face each time she recognized a familiar flower, enraptured and more beautiful than any of the silken petals surrounding her. He felt no impatience with this uncharacteristic indolence, only indulgent contentment as his silver eyes followed her unerringly. From time to time she would beckon him to observe her find, too ecstatic to keep it to herself; and each and every time he would appreciate the discovery with her. When she had finally had her fill she spotted him and trotted back with a sheepish smile, eyeing the sun’s progression in the sky with a measure of trepidation.
“We should probably get back,” She explained, concern creasing her features. “Papa will be worried. And I’m sure your papa will be looking for you too. I’m sorry I kept you so long…”
But Jumin shook his head, holding out the jasmine he picked out with a small smile. “Not at all, I enjoyed myself.” He murmured, reaching out tentatively until he shrank back when her eyes widened. But she just leaned forward, letting him place the bloom behind her ear. “Thank you for today.”
She beamed at him and took his hand within her bronze one, leading him out of the garden towards the elevator. He felt a foreign warmth pervade him from head to toe as they walked together, starting from where their hands were joined and unlike any other bliss he had ever known as her fingers closed over his. He had never felt so…comfortable, so connected to another person in his life. He had his father, who loved him dearly but was rarely ever present. There was his mother, who was often more preoccupied with keeping her figure and the latest Lucy Button handbag than being anywhere near him. There were the attendants at home who were all too afraid of losing their position to speak to him earnestly. The only bond that could rival the feeling was the one he shared with Jihyun; but there was a distinct difference he couldn’t quite place, a variation he had no name for. But it ceased to matter as they entered the elevator, the thought lost as they descended back down to the lobby. Instead, he became plagued by the thought that he may never see her again, his hand tightening slightly over hers. As soon as he did she looked over and noticed his crestfallen expression, the radiance now gone as his free hand tugged at his cufflinks.
“Jumin?” She asked. Shocked, he blinked, removed from his train of thought as he looked up with wide eyes.
“We’ll meet again someday, so please don’t be sad. I’ll make sure of it, I promise!” Fierce determination hardened her expression as she gazed at him, a stubborn will that went unmatched by any he had ever seen before. So much so that he felt no doubt–despite what his usual pragmatism suggested–that she would find a way. Looking up to her tall form it almost seemed like she could move mountains to do whatever she pleased, and she was more than clever enough to achieve any aspiration with her perceptive nature. He’d always been so used to others looking to him for guidance, others expecting him to lead and decide how things must proceed that it was strange to meet an equal. She didn’t need anybody to make a decision for her, she could have taken that journey alone and been just fine.
Which begged the question: why did she ask him to come along? She didn’t seem like the type to grow lonely no matter how much she enjoyed extraneous company. So what was it that made her ask him? Had she known who he was and what that meant all along? But she was too sincere for that, nothing about their adventure felt forced so much as done on a whim within a window of opportunity.
Before he had the chance to ask the doors slid open to reveal the back of his father’s trademark suit, a finger tapping against his arm as he stood next to Driver Kim. Jumin sighed, knowing the coming hours wouldn’t be pleasant but unable to feel any bitterness or regret. He was always cautious to follow the rules, one incident wasn’t a cause for too much trouble. The worst that would happen would be an acute scolding and a demand to make up the work he missed. Otherwise his father trusted disobedience was more a matter of circumstance than haphazard rebellion, and no cause for severe retribution.
“I’ll see you later! Thanks for everything!” She enthused before she scampered off towards the stairs, climbing up three steps at a time to wherever her father likely was. He resisted the urge to go after her and make sure she didn’t hurt herself, wishing she had stayed just a moment longer. Shaking his head, he approached the pair of men and explained where he’d been, stoic and neutral as ever though his father glared with vehement disapproval. Jumin was surprised, however, to find that his gaze softened when he mentioned Ha-Yun’s desire to go see the garden, evidence of their excursion clear on his suit. Rather than a berating he was met with boisterous laughter and a clap on the back, pride beaming from his father’s face. Though Jumin didn’t quite understand why at the time, he figured it was better than being met with vitriol over something as trivial as a day’s lessons lost.
He never imagined that the magnitude of his father’s retribution would be nothing compared to the years of wondering if he’d ever see her again. As a boy his days were spent searching the playgrounds and streets for that mysterious flow of hair, memories of the sun-kissed shade of her skin chasing him as he watched the other children play tag among the flowering jasmine. Though the chances of encountering her were low, her fervency made him hopeful. He often spoke to Jihyun about what happened, appreciating his insight and optimism that he would see her again. The heart was a funny thing; no matter how focused he was his instructors would often find curious doodles of star-shaped blossoms in the corners of his worksheets.
But years passed and the potency of the memory diminished, his months consumed by preparation and study for his future position as director of the company. He would come to the decision that there was nothing to gain by seeking her out and holding on to that hope. There was no time for something impossible and futile. If she hadn’t appeared in over a decade, the likelihood that she would return was infinitesimal, and therefore negligible. It ceased to matter, and thoughts of her became scarce; she simply became another unreconciled disappointment to bury among the rest.
There would be those off days, however; as he was walking the streets surrounding the C&R building or attending another gala, when he would hear her name clear as a bell. And his head would whip around to the source, slate irises ravenous for a glimpse of her as they tore through the immediate vicinity. But it was only a lesson on how emotions made a person foolish and overzealous, his gaze pinpointing a stranger much too young or much too old to be the Ha-Yun he’d been expecting. Their hair was always the wrong color and their eyes didn’t sparkle the right way and they were woefully inattentive. Eventually Jumin couldn’t be sure what hurt more; the fact that it was not her or the fact that he could never erase the hope that it someday would be.
Just as he was beginning to defeat the habit the RFA gained a new member by sheer chance, an unexpected intruder approved by V. Though the circumstances surrounding the young woman’s entry were highly suspicious, her words were so resolute and shrewd that he had trouble believing she was a potential threat. She sounded more like a remarkable individual ensnared in a number of unfortunate circumstances, equally as confused as the other members.
Her name? Ha-Yun.
The shock struck him so hard when V addressed her that the phone fell from his hands to his desk, his blank stare looking past the dimming screen. No, he insisted, it couldn’t be. It was just another coincidence. Probability was being cruel, as per usual.
But it didn’t stop him from monitoring her responses to the members closely each day, including himself. And she proved to be perceptive, witty, and jovial; all things reminiscent of her. Even greater than that, it felt as though that tenuous connection he remembered feeling had been rekindled and strengthened with every shared conversation. He often found himself waiting during the day for the moments in which he could join the messenger, knowing that she would be there. It became a safer place for discussion than he could ever remember the chats being, his words met with equal enthusiasm and meaningful intent. Much to the RFA’s consternation, they often grew absorbed in their discourse and shared similar views no matter the opposition they faced from the others.
For the first time in what felt like ages, he didn’t feel alone.
As the saying went, however, nothing gold can stay. The excitement of her arrival was drowned in a surprising change of heart from his father, his newest companion demanding that Jumin marry her student. Convinced that it would better both Jumin and the company, his father implemented drastic and invasive measures to force his hand. No matter how many times Jumin protested with legitimate concerns and reasonable explanations that it was neither fair nor productive to force a marriage with a near nonexistent company, he would have none of it.
At an absolute loss Jumin confided in the messenger, his only resource left. Unsurprisingly, most of the RFA assumed he was exaggerating. How forceful could his father truly be? What of Assistant Kang’s increasing work load? He was just faking and complaining, other people had more difficult things in life to contend with. And perhaps they were right, his concerns were often of a smaller magnitude compared to those of lesser means.
But Ha-Yun vehemently opposed every word of it. She declared that it was Jumin’s right to decide what made him happy in life, that defying his father’s demands didn’t make him an unreasonable son or a terrible person. When his father’s betrayal had been overwhelming, she believed every word of his retelling and the genuine anguish the events had elicited. Above all else, when everybody had either doubted or abandoned him she had planted her feet at his side and extended a hand, tenacious and unshakeable in her desire to help him. Even when there was nothing he could do for her–he couldn’t even do something as simple as send her a bodyguard to watch over her under the threat of the hacker–she stayed. And it no longer mattered if she was the original Ha-Yun or not. All he knew was that she cared more for him than anybody ever had in his life, and that he wanted to keep her in his life.
He never anticipated that she would be the one to come to him, under Assistant Kang’s request no less. When he opened the door to the penthouse–confused and paranoid and desperate–there she stood. Much to his dismay, all he could do was stare, his vocal chords failing him indefinitely. Calm and radiant, she met his eyes without any measure of discomfort or reluctance.
“Hello Jumin,” Her smile was thoughtful and kind, with a hint of apology. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long.”
Brows furrowed, he opened his mouth to reassure her that he understood how cumbersome afternoon traffic could be, until her hand rose to place an obscuring strand of hair behind her ear. Doing so revealed animated sapphire eyes blazing with intensity and conviction, and a hair clip adorned with an intricate jasmine. All he could do was stare for a long moment, feeling as though he’d been sucker punched.
“Ha-Yun?” He managed to say, breathless.
She beamed at the recognition in his voice, “That’s me!” She affirmed before she sobered. “It’s great to see you again, Jumin. I could only wish it had been under better circumstances. Are you sure you’re okay?”
And all of a sudden, everything made sense. Because “Want to come see it with me?” sounded strangely identical to “Are you sure you’re okay?” She hadn’t been lost or confused or lonely that day. On the contrary, she had been worried about him.
Without thinking he reached out and tugged her into a tight embrace, holding her close by the waist as he buried his face in her hair. “Now I am.” He murmured lowly, as if he couldn’t bear another second mere inches away from her. Steady hands reached around to his back, soothing him with light, ataractic strokes; not in the least unsettled by his gesture. Almost as if she had wanted to hold him just as much as he wanted to hold her. The thought filled him with a hope he didn’t think he would feel ever again. “Thank you for everything, Ha-Yun.”
She saw it coming, but her evasive leap was a minute too late.
The enemy successfully plunged a blade into her arm, and seconds later, her body began to descend into numbness. She may have lost her footing and fell off from the treetop where she initially positioned herself, as her view of the battlefield sharply turned ninety degrees upward to the sky, where the trees and the sunlight seemed to merge and disappear in the blinding light.
But strangely, she was clear-headed enough to know that she was going to hit the ground hard and seriously harm herself. Perhaps, she was even going to die; whether it was by falling or by poisoning, she would find out in a moment.
She landed on something solid, though she felt none of the pain associated with broken bones. Her vision was growing weaker along with her hearing so she couldn’t see whether it was because she was extremely fortunate to land on someplace safe, or that the poison had simply taken over all of her dying senses already.
Either way, she whispered to the god of fortune that spared her from pain until the very end. “Thank you.”
The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar white ceiling. Gone were the skies overhead and the clashing sounds of blades and kunai. Instead, the room was silent, save for the ambient sound of quiet conversations and a few coughs.
Not soon after, Rock Lee’s worried face blocked her view.
“Tenten! Tenten, how are you feeling?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt too parched to do anything else.
“Oh, do you want anything?” Lee looked around the room, and then grabbed his food bowl to show it to her. “Do you want a taste of my Curry of Life?”
“Get her a glass of water, Lee.”
Neji… Even if she could not see him in the room right now, she immediately knew that the curt, no-nonsense voice of reason was no other than her teammate, Hyuuga Neji.
But she didn’t want to see him right now. She was too afraid to see how disappointed he was at his partner whom he entrusted his— and everyone else’s— back to. From her prime position, she was supposed to be the first person to see the enemy forces flanking them. Yet she let them down, perhaps even causing her party needless harm.
A hot tear streaked down her cheek. One after the another, until she was finally crying unabatedly. She could hear Lee asking where she was hurt and the medic authoritatively asking everyone to step aside.
She felt a dull ache pierce her lower arm. Instantly, a feeling of tranquil ease filled her.
A sedation jutsu?
A pair of arms swiftly caught her and gently deposited her back to bed. She closed her eyes just in time to feel a hand lightly brush away the sweaty bangs off her forehead.
Name: Vanessa Nicknames: Ashy Zodiac sign: Aquarius Height: 1,65m Orientation: idek anymore, probably a gross het Nationality: German Favourite fruit: blueberries, strawberries, watermelon Favourite season: spring and summer Favourite book: / Favourite flower: orchids, dahlia, lilac, wisteria, almost every purple flower tbh Favourite scent: lilac, or the smell of fresh air after the rain in summer Favourite color: purple Favourite animal: catta lemurs, snakes, sugar gliders, raccoons Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: hot chocolate <3 Average sleep hours: 8-10 on days off, otherwise 4-6 Cat or dog person: DOGS <33333 Favourite fictional character: Erwin Smith Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 Dream
trip: Japan, Barbados, London and I’d like to travel the capitals of European countries Blog created: September 2013
And use any of the following that suit your needs:
Honeysuckle (pass tests)
Lilac (improve memory)
Orchid (improve memory & focus)
Hibiscus (Wisdom & better concentration)
Carve your name or name of person you are aiding into the candle and anoint with oil. Light your incense & then your candle. While standing before your altar say:
Oh, Spirits of Wisdom, to you I pray that throughout my (their) studies, my (their) mind will not stray keep it receptive, open and clear for me (thee) As is my will, so mote it be!
Repeat & let candle burn until you feel you request has been heard. Repeat this daily until the candle has burned out and repeat the above words when (they are) sitting down to study or test. When testing, beforehand, anoint your temples (or their clothing, book bag etc..) with your chosen oil.
Another option is to do the spell ,then leave the candle to continue burning as you (they) study until it burns out completely