stronger ❖ jongin (5)

❝Can I kiss you?❞
❝Why are you asking?❞

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fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jonging, daddy tbh, smut (in future/next chapter), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet

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Two weeks had passed since you started working for Kim Jongin, the weather outside was getting colder and the Christmas vibe was starting to be more and more strong. All around Seoul people put their Christmas decorations, transforming the usually black and white city into a colorful flower. In your apartment building your neighbours hung their best lights, they even already did their Christmas tree and you started to pull out your decorations. Even the Kim’s Company adorned the building with beautiful red and white lights that looked very expensive.

We decorated a Christmas tree and❞ Taeoh jumped around you as you walked into the company building ❝and we saw a Christmas movie where Santa Claus, he put a gift under the tree

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                 The Raphael Of Flowers (Pierre-Joseph Redouté)

“ Pierre Joseph Redouté (1759-1840) was one of the most famous flower painters of all time, he was born into a Flemish painters’ family, who earned a living by producing decorative and church paintings. At an early age, he painted natural subjects. At the age of 16 he helped decorate the Karlsburg near Bouillon, eagerly studying the paintings of the Old Masters (with a particular focus on van Huysum). In 1782 he went to Paris, where he initially worked as a decorative painter at the “Theatre des Italiens”. In his spare time, he frequently drew in the Jardin du Roi. Here he caught the attention of the botanist Charles Louis L'Héritier, who encouraged him to produce anatomical studies, introduced him to dissection techniques and offered him free access to his botanical library and plant collection.
Pierre Joseph Redouté contributed to L'Héritier’s “Stirpes Novae” and “Sertum Anglicum”, catching the eye of the flower painter Gérard von Spaendonck, who, together with other artists, produced drawings and paintings for the famous Vélins du Roi. Spaendonck recruited Pierre Joseph Redouté as a staff member, and he subsequently contributed over 500 paintings to this huge undertaking.  An important aspect of this collaboration was that Redouté was introduced to Spaendonck’s watercolor technique, by which he used to produce flower paintings with a bright transparency. Finally, Marie-Antoinette appointed him as her court painter. Encounters with the royal family were, however, rare. A famous incidence was Redoute’s visit to the royal family in prison during the revolution. They had Pierre Joseph Redouté come to see them, because a rare cactus was in bloom and they wanted this beautiful moment captured in a picture.  During the 1790s, Redouté became one of the most popular flower painters. He perfected the color stipple engraving technique, which he had learned during a stay in London and first applied it in his illustrations for de Candolle’s work “Plantes Grasses”. From 1802 he published his “Liliacées”, in which he largely applied the technical possibilities of color printing to the large and evenly colored leaves and blossoms. In this work he also breached the flower painters’ tradition of framing the plants with an outer contour line.  In 1805 he was appointed court and flower painter to the Empress Josephine. After she had been overthrown, he remained in close contact with the Bourbon royal family. From 1817 to 1824 he produced the work that was to become the peak of his success, namely the monography “Les Roses” in an excellent print by Firmin Didot. Each delivery of the finished color copperplates, was received with a storm of enthusiasm, but in spite of his fame and his employment at court, he continued to attribute more importance to the scientific detail than to the effects of composition and color seen in purely artistic flower paintings. From 1822 until he died, Pierre Joseph Redouté occupied a simple position as a painting teacher, succeeding Spaendonck, and often talked about his art in front of over 150 students in the large hall of the Buffon gallery.”

1st Row

1. Bouquet of Roses with an Anenome 

2. Rosa Gallica Aurelianensis

3. Rosa Centifolia Foliacea

2nd Row

1. Rosa Sulfurea

2. Lilium Pendoliflorum

3. Martagon Lilium

3rd Row

1. Rosa Multiflora Carnea

2. Aster Chinensis

3. Hydrangea Macrophylla


“What I tell you three times is true.” ― Lewis Carroll

“I can’t lose you too.” 

The first time she told him that, there were tears running down her face. She said it quietly and hesitantly and with downcast eyes. He reacted the only way he knew back then…spat some angry words and stormed away, feeling her eyes on him the whole time. 

The second time was in a house full of candle light. Again, there were tears and a softly voiced admission with her eyes turned away. She looked at him after, straight and true and piercing. This time, he answered with silence. He knew the reason she’d left. He knew it tore her up inside but that it was the only way to keep what was left of her intact. So he pushed down everything he was feeling except for the need to keep her safe, to know that she was still here and trying as best she could. He made a feeble attempt at a joke and saw her smile through her tears. ‘Everybody’s holding on to something.’ he thought as she sat the pan down on the table and then took a seat beside him. ‘Even me.” 

The third time was on a moonless night after the war. They and what was left of their family had stayed on at Hilltop until Alexandria could be rebuilt, her walls repaired, her houses made fit to live in again. He knelt by his bike, tinkering with the saddle bags just to have something to occupy his hands. She sat cross-legged not far off, watching him as he avoided her eyes. There hadn’t been time during the fighting for personal concerns but after…there seemed to be nothing but time. He fell back into watching her as she made her rounds, doing what she’d always done whenever they found a place to stop. 

The words stuck in his throat, right there on the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t ask, didn’t assume that she’d come with them when they went back to Alexandria. It was what he wanted but, more than anything else, he wanted for her to be happy. Happy and safe and alive. Whether that was where he was or not….it didn’t matter. Well, it did but it wasn’t his decision to make.

“Leaving tomorrow then,” she stated more than asked, breaking the silence that welled between them. 

“That’s the plan.” He played with the saddlebag’s buckles and then toyed with his crossbow resting in its rack. 

“It okay if I ride back with you?”

Those words knocked the wind out of him, put him flat on his ass on the ground even though he was still on his feet. “You know you don’t gotta ask,” he heard himself say. “Just find someplace to put your gear.” 

“Michonne said she’d find room with theirs. I just wanted to be sure it was alright with you. You know what they say about assuming.” 

Daryl laughed as he turned to face her, standing an arm’s length away with that tilted smile she kept just for him tugging at the corners of her mouth. “We all know I’m an ass but I don’t think they’ve decided about you yet.” 

“You know me, gotta keep em guessing.” 

He hadn’t heard that playful tone since the prison. Fuck if he’d realized just how much he’d missed it until now. 

“And if you’re with me, not much chance of losing you. One less thing to worry about, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she echoed. “One less thing.”  He was turning away when he heard it…a wafer thin whisper…”I can’t lose you too.” 

He didn’t know what he was gonna say when he pivoted back but it didn’t matter. He lifted one hand and tapped her lightly on her chest, right above her heart. “Can’t. I’m here.” His fingers encircled her wrist, lifted her hand until her palm rested where his heart thump-thudded in a mad cap rhythm. “And you’re here. Understand?” 

After that…there wasn’t much left to say. 

The person at the store with food stamps isn’t the problem. A corrupt tax code that allowed 8 dudes to accumulate as much wealth as 4 billion people is the problem.

This is the criminal justice system under #capitalism: Defraud investors and the punishment is 20 years in prison. But, where’s the justice when life saving drugs is being exploited for profit?

Capitalism only leads to greed and reckless behavior where no one is held accountable. Just like Martin Shkreli who’s now the poster boy with what’s wrong with capitalism.