I think making Mimic video made me really unironically love the Mimic but as like... a metapor and only as a metaphor. The Mimic is a great story device but they're definatly NOT gonna use it like that and I'm so upset.
🐯When I was young, I slept in my grandmother's room in her arms.
I slept holding a pen and imagining the pen as a sword. When I woke up in the morning, my grandmother's face and my face were scribbled. I was scolded by my grandmother.
🐯My grandmother used to serve Bacchus when guests came, and it was my life pleasure to drink it secretly at dawn. I got in a lot of trouble for that. She was going to give it to the guest, but I drank it all.
"Why do empty bottles appear every morning?" Bcz I drank it all.
🐯My grandmother died suddenly because she was sick. It was when I was performing.
I thought I was going to cry. I had a hard time.
🐯I hope my grandmother's eyes will capture me performing in the midst of many ARMYs.
I wanted to show her me this big, but I couldn't.
🐯I have memories of my grandmother in a pretty place in my heart.
I take Bacchus with me when I go to my grandmother's cemetery. And I said to my grandmother while bowing. My album is coming out soon and I'll try to play this song as far as my grandmother can hear it.
you're nearly done getting ready. three curlers left in your hair. to be honest you could have been done an hour ago if it wasn't for simon coming in and out of your shared bedroom. its like he's looking for something– kind of like when you wish a meal would magically appear in the fridge when you're starving, so you open and stare at its contents. except in this case, simon comes in and sort of wishes you had changed your mind about going out with your girlfriends. "oh sorry so-and-so, something came up. maybe we can catch up another time?" but no, every time he walks in, you're even more beautiful and a different song plays from your phone. i mean its not like he has you on a leash and doesn't let you go out. tonight he's just feeling clingy. he wants to take a bath, maybe order in some sushi, watch some true crime or whatever reality show you're into. his favourite nights.
he sits down on the edge of your bed, you can smell the need for attention. you sigh, putting down your comb, "baby its just for a few hours. i'll be back before you know it" he grumbles, "i didn't even say anything" oh duh, he's not gonna tell you he wants you to stay. so you get up and sit on his lap instead. "i hate seeing you grumpy bubs. i'll bring you something from the steakhouse." you bring his head to lay on your chest– maybe some kisses will help.
they don't help. your perfume makes it worse. he buries his head further between your tits, not sexually (not right now anyway), but he just wants to hold you. too bad you're already getting up and gathering your things. its comical the way his shoulders drop and he sighs as your cleavage leaves his sight. fucking fine, he'll cope. he walks you out to the car and buckles you in (he's down terrible). "be good" he says, his eyes so sleepy but loving. "always am" you wink and share a kiss through the window. he sees you drive off and is left with an evening to himself.
his phone pings with a text some hours later: "i miss u !! we'll be home soon ;)" attached to a picture of you in the restaurant bathroom, tits and glossed lips on full display. he can only close his eyes and sigh. then he smiles and thinks one night away from you is not bad at all, not when he has you forever and ever.