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thegrimalldis · 1 year

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The House of Grimalldi - The Exiled Prince

Prince Nicholas Xavier was the eldest son of King Nicholas IV and Queen Claudette of Monaca. A troubled youth, he struggled with his role and responsibilities as Crown Prince of Monaca.

Often captured out with some of Monaca's elite, Xavier as he was known within the royal family was labeled the "party prince" by the press.

King Nicholas was said to have been very agitated about his eldest's reckless behavior and openly favored his second son, Prince Maximilian, the Duke of Gloster which caused a rift between the two brothers.

Xavier became involved with married Monacan actress, Marilyn Rhodes whom he would later call the love of his life in his memoir. He wrote her candid love letters, which recently sold in auction for over fifty thousand.

With tensions already rising between father and son, Crown Prince Xavier and the newly divorced Ms. Rhodes took their relationship public. Many speculated the Crown Prince was trying to force his father's hand in accepting his choice for a royal bride.

Less than a week later, King Nicholas and Queen Claudette gave their son an ultimatum. Discard the actress, and marry a daughter of a Monacan nobleman or abdicate.

Nicholas Xavier chose to abdicate his title and claim to the throne for love. He was stripped of “His Royal Highness” status and exiled from Monaca for fears he could cause public unrest. His younger brother, Maximilian was invested as Crown Prince shortly after.

Prince Xavier married Marilyn in a small initiate ceremony on the shores of his mother's homeland of Uspana. Marilyn was never granted any Monacan titles but was allowed to take on her husband’s surname of Grimalldi.

King Nicholas suffered a stroke a year later and died. His eldest son did not attend his state funeral though he was extended an invitation.

Xavier was later granted the title "Duke of Wells" when his brother, Maximilian I succeeded their father as King. He returned to Monaca, where he lived out the rest of his life on his estate away from the public's eye.

*Claudette "Claude" was the wife and Queen Consort of Nicholas IV Grimalldi. She was born in Uspana, the only daughter of Xavier Armendáriz, Duke of Jauregui and Duchess Vivian Armendáriz.

*Nicholas IV was King of Monaca for over thirty years. He was succeeded by his second son, Maximilian I after the abdication of his eldest, Crown Prince Nicholas Xavier. His marriage to Claudette "Claude" Armendarize was arranged by her aunt, Queen Zurine of Uspana. It was said that with their clashing personalities, the two had an instant dislike of one another but later grew to have a fondness and admiration for one another. Overall the marriage was a successful one. They had three sons, Prince Nicholas, Prince Maximilian, later Maximilian I and Prince Rainier.

It’s been a while since I did a history update! And well since I don’t have a story update post this week, I thought this could do! I’m working on that Plum Tree and decided to add more then I need to for some of the characters 😂 I’m thinking Plum Tree is going to be my all spoiler tree, since I pretty much added every Grimalldi but two! Also, took new photos for my character page! And added more characters there.

Special thank you to @nexility-sims cause without N’s help, Claudette wouldn’t have a backstory!

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lovenailsartforever · 1 month

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Nail Design in Tupelo, MS 38801 | S Gloster St | Nail Art : Our talented team of nail artists specialize in creating unique and personalized designs that reflect your individual style.

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#nails #nail art

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iismmumbai · 1 month

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Mr. John Gloster, Ex Head Physiotherapist of Rajasthan Royals & Indian Cricket Team, explains how the Indian team's mindset has changed in terms of physical fitness.

He highlights how MS Dhoni has set a benchmark in physical fitness and Virat Kohli is simply raising the bar high for the team.

Dive into the exclusive podcast of Mr. John Gloster, Ex Head Physiotherapist of Rajasthan Royals & Indian Cricket Team, on how to keep the champions fit with quality tips on physiotherapy.

The session was helmed by IISM's Associate Dean, Mr. Amitava Pal.

Watch the complete podcast now to get into the realm of various aspects of physiotherapy.

Watch now on Youtube: https://youtu.be/0kgW9msPP1s?si=_BzIN_J8doT4M2_r

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/60ns6WtW5XKSR9vLwvOblU?si=39fd5406de204fa4

#physiotherapy #fitness #MSDhoni #ViratKohli #IndianCricketTeam

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fyfrts · 2 months

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Today’s episode is now available on Tumbir for you to listen and enjoy

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hist725 · 1 year

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Collection Materials from November 3rd Class Session

The following boxes from archival collections, related to themes presented by Professor Beverly Gage, were used in the class session in the Gates special collections classroom on Thursday, November 3, 2022.

Collections from the Beinecke Library:

Muriel Draper Papers (YCAL MSS 49) -- Series II, Box 11 (see especially articles on Draper's 1934-1935 visit to the Soviet Union in folders 357, 361, 371-374, and 388).

Leon F. Litwack Collection of Berkeley, California, Protest Literature (WA MSS 2616) -- Series I, Box 1.

Rebecca West Collection (GEN MSS 239) -- Series I, Box 3 (see especially correspondence with Doris Stevens, 1922-1959, in folders 100-115, some of which reflects West's involvement in the controversies surrounding Joseph McCarthy and the American anti-Communist movement).

Walter Francis White and Poppy Cannon Papers (JWJ MSS 38) -- Series I, Box 1 (see especially correspondence with Gloster B. Current, 1949-1955, regarding infiltration of the N.A.A.C.P. by the Communist Party in folder 43).

Terry Tempest Williams Papers (WA MSS S-2700) -- Series I, Box 102.

Collections from Manuscripts and Archives, Sterling Memorial Library:

American Immigration Conference Board Records (MS 614). Box 1.

Chester Bowles Papers (MS 628) -- Part IV, Series I, Box 157 (see especially correspondence with Adlai Stevenson, 1953-1956, in folders 622-627).

William F. Buckley, Jr. Papers (MS 576) -- Part I, Box 30 (see especially correspondence, clippings, and other materials relating to Barry Goldwater, 1964).

William Sloane Coffin, Jr. Papers (MS 1665) -- Series I, Box 13.

John Anthony Danaher Papers (MS 165) -- Series III, Box 64 (see especially correspondence relating to Richard Nixon, 1945-1971, in folder 776).

Gus Hall Paper (MS 2113) -- Series I, Box 5.

Victor Jeremy Jerome Papers (MS 589) -- Series III, Box 40.

Duncan Chaplin Lee and John Lee Papers (MS 2062) -- Series I, Box 1.

Dwight Macdonald Papers (MS 730) -- Series II, Box 126.

Alfred Whitney Griswold, President of Yale University, Records (RU 22) -- Series I, Box 2.

Secretary's Office, Yale University, Records (RU 49) -- Series III, Box 183 (see correspondence of H.B. Fisher, 1943-195, in folder 531).

Harry W. Selden Right-Wing Materials Collection (MS 2069) -- Series I, Box 1.

George Howard Edward Smith (MS 458) -- Series III, Box 31.

Rose Pastor Stokes Papers (MS 573) -- Series I, Box 3.

Harry Weinberger Papers (MS 553) -- Original accession, Box 28 (see especially Emma Goldman correspondence, 1915-1919, in folders 10-21).

Yale Library Contacts

Joshua Cochran: Curator, American History and Diplomacy, Beinecke Library - [email protected]

James Kessenides: Kaplanoff Librarian for American History, Sterling Memorial Library - [email protected]

Bill Landis: Education Program Director - [email protected]

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the-pressnews · 3 years

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The one who made rich contribution to Indian hockey team: Mr Dhanraj Pillay celebrates his birthday with MG Gloster

MG Mumbai wishes a Happy birthday to The Legendry, Padma Shri Awardee, International Hockey Player and Former Captain of the Indian National Hockey Team Mr Dhanraj Pillay who has been a Weaving past defenders with ease, slick skills and an extremely capable leader, he is also the only Hockey player to have taken part in 4 World Cups, Olympic Finals, Champions Trophies and Asian Games each. It was…

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#MG GLOSTER #Mr Dhanraj Pillay #Ms Nidhi Modi #TheSelflessCar

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expired-beancan · 3 years

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Improved (?) Gloster Canary

#ms paint #digital collage #kind of anyway #bird cw #gloster canary #sgdkjfdf he's atrocious #he looks like a fungus

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ricaffeine · 4 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

an: i'm sad because of hyunji drought and this is helping me cope :( but fr if tvn decides to make hotel blue moon then yeaji needs to be in it!!

also very annoying, i can't reply to comments bc this is a side blog (bruh wtf tumblr, i'm so sad should i make a new one?) reblog if you feel like it and my asks are open if you wanna chat 🖤✨

CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words.

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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msdiglib · 5 years

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Mississippi Library Commission: Double exposed picture of Mississippi Library Commission car on street in Gloster, MS. http://ow.ly/Lfkl50uoOSJ

#Mississippi Library Commission #antique vehicle #Local culture #1950s #msdiglib

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seekerharryjames · 5 years

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FIC REC Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary friends:

do you want a canon re-write that will leave you feeling with you need have a talk with Jesus and several cups of coffee? because I know I do. Ms. babyvfan aka ( @gloster ) has written a masterpiece where Harry and Draco meet as little babies become friends and the world will never be the same and honestly either will I. although it is not finished it is regularly updated.

10 Reasons to read Stages of Friendship, Love, and Kisses:

1) I repeat there is kiddie drarry.. is there anything cuter? answer: nope.

2) serpent salute... believe me you want to know more

3) James Potter built his son a treehouse without magic and I regularly get emotional about it

4) veela! draco ( hi this is my fav trope and love that I am being blessed with this content)

5) So all the sad stuff in canon still happens but harry as A SOLID GOODAM SUPPORT SYSTEM.

6) SIRIUS IS NOT TAKING ANY DUMBEMDORLE SHIT. PRAISE LORD. 🙌🏾🙌🏾

7) yall these teenagers are a hormonal jealous mess and I love it. I literally could read 500k+ of just Draco being a jealous bitch.

8) pansy and Theo are pulling on each other pigtails and I am sitting over here like umm hi new OTP.

9) wolfstar.. always appreciate a good wolfstar content.

10) BAMF! Narcissa Malfoy.. nobody is messing with her babies while she around.

LINK.

#Stages of Friendship Love and Kisses #seekerharryjames fic rec #10 reasons to read a fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #narcissa malfoy #james potter #lilly potter #jily #lucissa #drarry squad

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sewrussia · 4 years

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As much as it looks like I share on social media...I noticed I really don’t share as much as I thought I did.🤣 ⁣ ⁣ Honestly, when it comes to my coins and my relationships...I REALLY don’t like people in my business.🤷🏾‍♀️⁣ ⁣ Below are the City/States that I have served during this pandemic & counting. 🌎 ⁣ ⁣ This is absolutely NOT for attention🙄 but to encourage someone who fees they cannot sell beyond their City/State. 🥳This is for the person whose afraid to start that business online. 👩🏾‍💻I am NOWHERE near perfect and I am STILL learning, but I have been building and engaging on social media since 2006.👩🏾‍💼⁣ ⁣ Social media has allowed me to meet people I would have never met without it. 👥 I show up EVERYDAY...ALL DAY. I don’t JUST post about my business, I actually act like a human being. 🤪You see my journey and lifestyle.😏⁣ ⁣ Well...hopefully this encourages someone...get to it! 💥👏🏾⁣ ⁣ Thank you to everyone who supports, shares, refers, etc. ✨❤️✨⁣ ⁣ Prairieville, LA⁣ Zachary, LA⁣ Walker, LA⁣ Baker, LA ⁣ Murfreesboro, TN⁣ Brockton, MA⁣ Baton Rouge, LA⁣ Douglasville, LA⁣ Plaquemine, LA⁣ Jamaica, NY⁣ Brusly, LA ⁣ Gloster, MS⁣ Gonzales, LA⁣ Denham Springs, LA⁣ Port St. Joe, FL⁣ Hampton, VA⁣ Addis, LA⁣ Chandler, AZ⁣ Acworth, GA⁣ Grand Prairie, TX⁣ St. Martinsville, LA⁣ Arlington, TX⁣ District Heights, LA ⁣ Groves, TX⁣ Flower Mound, TX⁣ Pine Bluff, AR⁣ Upper Marlboro, MD⁣ ⁣ #mondaymotivation #mondayvibes #mondaymood #mondaythoughts #onlineshop #onlinebusiness #blackownedbusiness #socialdistancing2020 #quarantined #facemaskhomemade # (at Baton Rouge, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAWYe7QniAX/?igshid=2h5yp24kwg1m

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roscoebarnes3 · 4 years

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ON THIS DAY:

On Feb. 5, 2015, civil rights pioneer Anne Moody died at her home in Gloster, MS. She was 74. Moody, who wrote "Coming of Age in Mississippi," suffered from dementia in her final years.

#AnneMoody #ComingOfAgeinMississippi #CivilRights #Mississippi #OTD #OnThisDay #ThisDayInHistory #ThisDayInAnneMoodyHistory #BlackHistory #BlackHistoryMonth

http://roscoereporting.blogspot.com/2018/02/farewell-to-anne-moody-passing-of-civil.html

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eatingoutwithjeffjones-blog · 5 years

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Steak N Shake OPENS MONDAY June 17th in Tupelo!!! 1665 North Gloster Street, Tupelo, MS 38804. Across from Outback Steak House. I recently had the privilege of visiting the new location while the managers were giving an orientation to all the new employees. They were conveying the importance of teamwork, customer service and courtesy to a sea of fresh faces that packed the new Tupelo eatery. As many of you who have visited Steak N Shake restaurants in other cities, I have been anticipating a Tupelo opening for years. The huge juicy burgers, tall mouthwatering milkshakes, and more, all served up in a setting reminiscent of a full dining experience with checkered floors, chrome accents, and decor that transports the customer back to another era. To a time when eating out was still new and meant to be a fun outing for the entire family. This opening has been a loooong time coming as speculation on when and where the famous burger and shake restaurant would make its debut in the All American City. Well, now all rumors can be put to rest, as the time has finally arrived!!! See y’all there!!! Check out my blog for events, contests, new restaurants, LOCAL Favorites, and their FAMOUS foods! Facebook @ Eating Out With Jeff Jones https://m.facebook.com/eatingoutwithjeffjones Instagram @ Eating Out With Jeff Jones https://www.instagram.com/eating_out_with_jeff_jones/ Twitter @ Eating Out With Jeff Jones https://mobile.twitter.com/jeffjones4u Support LocaL – LIKE • COMMENT • SHARE http://www.eatingoutwithjeffjones.com (at Tupelo, Mississippi) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByvXLA0lJN6/?igshid=87v9wyag93xw

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ricaffeine · 4 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

a/n: finally i updated this lol. i hope you guys haven’t lost interest in this AU yet :( this took me two excruciating nights to write so it’d mean a lot if you’d leave any kind of feedback!! you know it makes it makes my hours of suffering worthy haha, anyways i hope you enjoy this, the next chapter will be very fun hehehe <3 (it’s 2am rn isn’t it great, enjoyyy;)

CHAPTER FIVE

It’s like a faint breath when he gradually breaks away from their kiss, ever so gingerly as his face swells into her cloudy vision. The droplets of rain that collapse onto her skin cause her to shiver, however her eyes strain on him. Deliberately she studies his tense features, drops of water glide down his breathtaking face, and Kangtae quips back from his stare that was directed behind her, his breathy voice matches her trembling breath.

“Are you okay?”

Her heart hammers in her chest as she blinks rapidly, Munyeong forces down a gulp. For the first time in her life she couldn’t think of a snarky comeback. What was she supposed to answer? I’m okay?

Shakily, she clutches onto the fabric of his shirt and her one-track mind blurts out.

“I’m hungry.”

A sharp ring blares into the silence as they step into the convenience store, decently warm air greets their entrance and passive employees don’t take note of their presence. Munyeong squeamishly glances around as she seats herself to an empty table he has brought her to. “When I told you I was hungry, I didn’t think you were going to bring me to this kind of place.”

Kangtae lets out a breath and retorts. “So you expected me to bring a fancy restaurant to you during this storm?”

She huffs, topping one leg across the other as she crosses her arms. “Forget it.”

Time ticks by as rain shatters against the glass plane walls− the store’s lambent light glows among the dark street, like a flame luring in any lone moth upon this thundering night. The lingering acidic fragrance of mopping detergent that mixes with fresh rain burns through her nose and frigid air coats her blistered skin- her damp clothes steering another wave of iciness to her numb body. Munyeong intensely studies his figure, daggering slits at every movement of his excruciatingly amiable composure, doubting how he could still be− whilst trains of endless thoughts ran through her wild mind, he had the audacity to be this calm.

Her skin crawled with impatience. Still she could not put a finger behind any of his deeds- sure she had noticed the factors that resonated with his extremely complicated personality, but none of them were in any way comprehensible. How could he be pushing her away one minute, then the next minute she sees him running towards her under the thrashing rain− kissing her?

Unforgivingly her mind muses back over to their stunt− his lips were soft, warm against the icy surroundings as he teeth relentlessly dragged across her lower lip. She scoffs at her thought, cheeks subconsciously burning and she focuses on planning her confrontation instead.

Despite her glowering stare, his negligence did not seem to demolish− Kangtae restlessly pours the hot water into both cups. Weighing his options of either waiting for it to cook at the table with her− that includes risking an opening for her to launch her interrogation, or he would rather stand at the counter. He chooses the latter.

To think about it, the only reason she was still even in her right mind was because of him. If he had not abandoned his interpretations to never see her again and rescue her from another imminent disaster, she would not stand the chance to live a normal life after seeing that vicious spirit. Notably, his stunt did a fairly good job at distracting her, however, yes, their incident earlier was a terrible mistake− in fact it was the gravest decision he had made during his 200 existing years− but what was he supposed to do? It was forbidden that he could harm any of the hotel’s guests, let alone she was the one who refused to follow through his instructions.

The clock ticks and Kangtae lets out a grunted sigh, picking both cups as he heads back to the grave he had solely dug. He can feel her broiling gaze as he slides into the opposite chair, her bickering follows shortly. “Aish, you didn’t even buy kimchi.”

Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks, Kangtae responds nonchalantly, avoiding any possible confrontation. He doesn’t have the energy to. “Just eat. You said you were hungry.”

Munyeong severely glares at him− he stirs his cup of noodles, elbows planted on the edge of the table as his drenched shirt clings onto his figure and if Munyeong was not so baffled at the moment, she would be giddily eating up the view of his toned muscles.

But she was baffled, everything he had done only assigned a new question to her brain. Yet he was speaking to her so casually, it only drags her mood to aggravation and her patience slips away like quicksand. Unraveling her arms, she leans forward, settling her elbows on the table, eyes gleaming and she releases her flaming curiosity.

"Do you like me?"

Instantaneously he freezes− Kangtae can't help but scoff. Surely he had expected her pretentiousness, although he did not predict it was this level. He sternly pierced eyes with her, tone laced with determination. "No, Ko Munyeong. I don’t like you. Don't be so delusional− "

"Me? Delusional? Not even an hour ago you were so concerned about getting me to leave, yet you were the one who ran up and kissed me−” Munyeong lashes out, eyes suddenly glinting as if she understood something. Her voice drops as she arches an eyebrow at him, words punched with emphasis. “Are you playing hard to get?"

Lost for words, Kangtae gapes, breaking away their stare as his jaw set into a sharp line. “No. Now could you−”

“If not, then what?” She cuts him off. That was the only reason that seemed to resolve his bizarre actions. “Why did you kiss me?”

Time stands still between them, a few seconds of deafening silence break with the heaving of her chest before he crudely bites out a response.

“A mistake. It was a mistake.”

She is not one gullible enough to believe his lie and Munyeong curses under her breath, the itch to rile him up until he is inescapable routes through her veins. Instead she roughly peels the lid off her bowl of now cold noodles, she feeds herself in a pace where it might give her a stomach ache but she doesn't care. At least the food was coping with one of her feelings. She’ll get him to answer anyway.

Collapsing into his arm chair, his agonizing groan breaks into the tight silence of his room. Fatigue washes down his aching body and Kangtae closes his eyes shut, head falling back.

“Sir.” Jinhyun’s voice emits as he hastily enters the room. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine. Inform the grim reapers about our lost guest,” He orders. “They’ll take care of it.” The older slowly nods, although his worry does not die down as he queries another question. “What about Ms. Ko?”

Kangtae hesitates. “She’s fine.”

Their conversation had ended abruptly after he bit out those words, she ignored him for the rest of their meal, and when he succeeded to get her a ride home, she brushed past him without a goodbye. He was thankful, really.

“Call her tomorrow and tell her I have a deal to offer.”

When Jinhyun dismisses himself, Kangtae sinks back into his chair, a long sigh bleeding from his chest. His intinctions tell him to push her away. But he couldn’t. Not until he ascertained how she saw− did such things. To his knowledge that tree was well dead for years, supposedly forever, let alone it was forbidden to be seen by mortals. Until her. Ko Munyeong, that illustrator. She sparked something that even he could not do.

His unsettling chest demands for an answer, and he knows exactly who he needs to confront. Mago.

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