simone rocha rtw spring 2o22 .
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Art by Ulla Thynell
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Sappho, from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho; tr. by Anne Carson
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backstage @ alexander mcqueen rtw autumn 2o14
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━━━━ narrow shoulders seem to only slump in response to what he said. arms moved to cross just over top the lower, more smaller ribs contained in her body. it was almost as if he were brooding, had he always been so emotional? she wonders if he thought she wouldn't return this time or even the last time. it must've been stressful - but he hardly shows much in his expression . . his eyes were a different story. they would always reveal the truth. she inhales, chest rising as her head tilts slowly. "i suppose it will come when keros tires of me." but that wouldn't be for a good, long while yet. he still needed her to fight his battles, if nothing else. cowardly god.
she did have questions but she wouldn't pry into things he obviously didn't wish to speak about. she learned from last time, not to rely on others and especially not deng. all he did was lie anyhow. "no," she offers a short and rather quick response. clearing her throat afterward; "why would i?" their relationship had always been rather prickly, hadn't it? he was . . putting it politely, rather strange.
"i enjoy your company most and goro is pleasant. deng is not someone i wish to spend much time with nor get to know. you understand this, right?"
there are differences about her. he does not say them, but he observes them all the same. different. everything is different now.
❝ he said that? hm. ❞ of course he did. ji-hun isn't surprised. he remains rigid, hardened. life has not been kind to him —— then / now. her figure is front of him is taken as it always is; just as she is. the sight. does she want him to see? it does not matter. he sees. i see. ❝ people always say that. that they'll come back ... until they don't. i wonder ... when that day will come ... for you. ❞ for us. ❝ my uncertainty is experience. ❞
the difference is that he is the one who leaves. perhaps it will be the same this time? perhaps. ❝ ... you must have more questions for me. ❞ she was cut short last time. he wasn't so willing to reveal everything, but it was enough. he clarified deng's lies, yet rustled more feathers in the process. deng. that motherfucker. ❝ have you seen deng? ❞ if not now, then soon. he will come to her. he always does.
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Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems; “Summer”
[Text ID: “My body swells in shapes / I do not understand / I am hungry for touch / & ashamed to be looked at”]
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the cobra stares, sitting plainly across from her, cross-legged and firm. his hands rest over his splayed knees, eyeing her carefully. it’s a test — of non-verbal communication and intent. stare into the eyes of another in silence for five minutes — and what happens? look into my eyes. startling emeralds peer into the soul, attempting to strip it back. never falters, never retracts his gaze. look at me.
━━━━ silence is the only response, fingers busying themselves by pouring herself a warm and fresh cup of tea. porcelain clinks together but it hardly bothers the fox. she can feel him staring but she doesn't look up . . not until she has placed exactly two cubes of sugar into her tea. she had a sweet tooth, something minor but something new no matter. the pot is sat down off to the side, returned to the warmer so that delicate fingers may encircle her cup. a small, golden spoon is used to stir her drink . . before it would inevitably be raised for a taste. perhaps she should've added a third cube of sugar . .
finally, golden eyes lift to find his face with ease. she doesn't say a word but her head does tilt. she's staring. his wish had been granted, after all, how could she resist? forefinger taps against the rim of her cup as it's placed down, only to then move her arms so that they may cross against the edge of the table sat between the two of them. "your eyes are quite pretty, ji-hun."
━━━━━━ * / unprompted ! , ( @hehosts )
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he is kissing face, adoring every feature that made her, her ⸻ affection rooted in absolute adoration and the undeniable obsession. hands hold face with care, tenderness that no other would ever know, those same hands used to kill mercilessly, the soul that drives such violence under her command. if she so wishes for it ⸻ he would kill anyone for her, but why think of murder, when he can adore the one who has his heart and soul for a little while longer ...
━━━━ a smile melts o'er her lips no different than butter melting upon warm toast. her chest flutters with naught but the most tender love for him. each kiss is met with a breathless laugh from the fox, all five tails swaying from left to right beyond the shape of hips. his hands hold her face with the utmost care, whilst her own rest as his wrists; holding onto him. they had always been so touchy with one another, her beloved. had she still been in possession of her own soul, it would've been given to him without so much as a second thought.
mirage was most deserving of it, heart and soul. alas, she didn't own not a one but there is a warmth in her chest no matter in which burns only for him. an internal flame, lit only by the match of his touch. thumbs brush along the veins in his wrist, favoring the pulse held within them. tall ears twitch atop her head before the fox would inevitably turn her head, greeting his affections with a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. he was spoiling her.
━━━━━━ * / unprompted ! , ( @killerhubby )
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━━━━━━ * inari ; endless caps && edits .
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━━━━ large tails sway in all directions just behind her, ears stood tall upon her skull. indeed, she missed him, but she's sure he doesn't need her to repeat it. he does it himself instead. ever watchful eyes do not dare miss his little trick, something new indeed, as was the set of shining gold eyes she now possessed. the soft lavender from before was now gone. absorbed and swallowed whole, replacing only a replica of keros. ji-hun doesn't know that - he doesn't need to know that.
"goro said you were waiting." though she couldn't imagine why, ji-hun had always kept any thoughts and feelings close to his chest. he never showed them, unlike her. she blinks slowly, re-directing her gaze from his cigarette toward his eyes instead. ". . i will always come back, i hope my confirmation eases any uncertainty in the future."
❝ for now. ❞ he mimics her, tasting the verity. ❝ missed me ... ❞
he seems unsure of what to do with her confession. he accepts it for what it is. produces a cigarette from his inner breast pocket, a silver case revealing hand-rolled stogies. he lights it without effort, the tip of his finger dulling out with a puff of smoke. a neat parlor trick, one he picked up from that man.
❝ i ... admittedly was unsure of your return. i waited. ❞ that's all he can say. as for business ... ❝ as usual, ❞ he replies. ❝ profit coming, profit going. ❞
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━━━━ her chin lifts before the fox shakes her head slowly from side to side. she would not be returning for the time being, she will remain here . . until keros beckons her back. she was no different than a leashed pet. "i am back for now." eyes flick from his face toward his shoulders instead, a manner of observing, a habit she'd always possessed. she had always seen goro, it was ji-hun's turn . . ren hadn't been seen for a good while but that was fine. deng even longer, he was hardly her favorite, after all.
"i missed you." her words bleed truth, as they always did. as they always would. her feelings remain at bay, nothing beyond what she'd already said . . there was no need. it was hardly a secret, that she thought of him so often. "has goro kept you busy?" a breath. "with work, i mean."
TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN. THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE. they see it not now, but they will soon. the little rabbit has already come barking at me like a dog. i'll show him ... what a mutt he really is.
there are some secrets that ji-hun must keep to himself.
❝ i see. ❞ her homeland. everyone has one. his is in the past now, a place unrecognizable by modern means. the china of old is long gone now. it exists in pieces, maybe. scattered. he remains standing erect in front of her, shoulders squared. any handling of him is allowed (for now). ❝ and this urgency is settled now? or will you be going back again? ❞
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━━━━ she need not treat them the same, they were very different after all. his voice encourages her smile to grow, if only slightly. her spine straightens and she steps forward, sliding her hand from her back as she directs her body toward him; standing face to face. hands gather at her abdomen, held there loosely by laced fingers. "my homeland. savarra." a simple response - it need not get any deeper than that. she left and came back, all in one piece. that was all that mattered. her eyes close momentarily, inhaling unnecessary breath before speaking again; "i apologize, it was urgent . . that is why i did not leave a note."
━━━━━━ * ( @hehosts ) , continued from x .
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