At a time in between daylight and darkness on the 1st of November, two newborns of opposite sexes drew breath—the girl that, from the start, allowed high-pitched mewls and cries of unknown purpose to spill from her blooded lips, and the boy that, in his silence (let alone that sound of his strained pattern of breathing), plainly allowed his gaze to quickly adjust to the bright illumination that practically shone right before him. He looked around the uncolored walls and blobs of color (that he later made out as people) surrounding him, with a gaze that spoke—this, his peepers peeking through their slanted openings seemingly boasted, I’ve done all of this before. As their mother, a mess of sweat from the prior effort exerted from labor, cradled the both of them snuggly in her arms that were barely able to, she was quick to notice that the boy had old eyes, girded with pupils that so b...

• both muns are gmt+8 and of legal age!!!
• jay mun has work on weekdays and say mun has no life whatsoever until june
• idk what else to put here
• listo put together by the lovely sai mun

Sai has lovely eyes.

A pair that’s so expressive, believable, and innocent but at the same time with the contrast of fierceness, many would be enthralled just by second’s worth of eye contact. She possesses pair so manipulative, one with a miniscule amount of tolerance would be easily lured in. But allowing more than a second is burdening. The excitement one would have felt moments ago when their eyes met would be overcome by such inconvenience that, although curious, none would dare to ask.

‘What’s with her eyes?’ hushed words would be asked in one’s thoughts.

Neither was it loneliness nor sadness, just different. If suggestiveness were to be the visual comparison, it would be comparable to what Da Vinci endowed Mona Lisa with, almost the same “I know something you don’t know” feel and expressiveness, but still very different.