put me in a movie - krystal/taehyun - AUdoucFebruary 4 2016, 22:55:24 UTC
idk if you'll like this but I tried my best for you bb (also cute dp of soojung)
She guesses if they’re going to see each other anywhere again it would be here - at a film forum, in an old, small cinema where the lights are off and the people are obnoxious.
Her hair was long, synthetic blonde the last time they were in the same room, now it’s his turn. His hair was dark and bluntly cropped the last time they spoke, now it’s her turn. She smoked too much then, now he does too. He was cold and cruel then, now she is too.
She comes in late for the movie. Not that it really matters, they’re always watching the same story unfold on the screen in different languages. He likes the girls in these Goddard films - these French seductresses with their Bambi lashes, kitten eyeliners and pillowy lips. And she likes pretending to be someone else; playing dress up berets and mini skirts. They’ve turned into the couples they indulge in on a Sunday night, drinking wine and far too gone to make sense of the subtitles. They’re young and pretty and complicated - they had their own world; a dingy flat on the corner of the Champ Elysees, a beautiful view from the bath tub she frequent slept in whenever they fought, a stack of first edition novels, a handful of ye-ye records he hated but loved when she stripped to. They welcomed but they welcomed no one but one another.
She sits down but leaves a seat vacant between them. It’s a sign to say that she’s here but he must not get too close. He notices her, she knows this even if there is no exchange of longing looks or greetings. She used to enjoy sitting at the front and he, at the back. Now it’s the other way around. They only learn to mirror each other after they have part ways.
Her ankles are crossed, her Mary Janes knocking against each other. He sees and remembers the. He bought her those at the night market during last Summer. She hates them but for him, she wears them. He took pleasure in her dressing up for him, whether it was for dinner or to go dancing. She bets his pride still swells when he thinks about it now.
The girl with sad eyes mews something in French; her eyes big and round and sad as the camera focuses on them. She’s telling her lover to listen, “please listen to her words and hear them” but there is no response, only more silence and more black and white shots of the space between them. It is a sad, little portrait of the life of youths.
They used to walk down the streets, looking pretty as a new wave picture. Perhaps they took those all too literally - the coolest kids down town with no money and no family, they’re still the coolest but they’re without their partner in crimes.
She left town when she left him. He had a car he never drove, she took the key and raced out of his life. She hit out in the south of France - slept in the front seat, tanned in the backseat, cried on the trunk, waited for the police to come on the hood. She knows the plot to this story well - a couple with their guns and cigarettes robbed a local bank dry of their funds, they roll around in cash and spend frivolously on frivolous things, the girl wakes up one day to ditch the boy and take all the bills left in the bag, the boy; betrayed and hungry for vengeance calls the law to take care of her. Except no one ever came for her - not even him.
The credit rolls and all the outsiders get up; slipping out the exit door and linking arms with their lovers. That used to be them. It can’t be anymore so neither of them move from their respective seat. They’ve only got a minute until film rolls into a white blank nothing.
He gets up first because that’s how it’s supposed to go. She catches his eyes lingering over her when the projector’s light falls on his form and in turn, he too catches her missing him. The screen is dead, it is still dark - she can’t see him but she feels the faintest brush against her hand and knows it to be him.
When the light comes on, he is gone.
She thinks this is the ending you get when you play the bad guy.
RE: put me in a movie - krystal/taehyun - AUmilkcartnFebruary 5 2016, 00:01:46 UTC
i'M WHEEZING OMG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN, HONESTLY. thank you so much fjsdklhdfkj. and that last line weeps. that really hit me it was simple but at the same time in its own way really dramatic? thank you again!! ; ;
RE: put me in a movie - krystal/taehyun - AUdoucFebruary 5 2016, 00:41:36 UTC
I'm glad that you like it! I wrote this on a whim because the combo of this couple is so aesthetically pleasing? lol winners new mv and taehyun's solo mv really inspired me with the setting ♥
I was here checking this prompt a day ago and I came back and you wrote it. HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE THIS?? SUCH ART, MUCH ART. AAH and I just recently checked out Taehyun's IG and WHY SO AVANT GARDE?? He is a bit like Krystal, don't you think? (I am also referring to the both of them watching HER). This movie is on my queue though lol I'm trying so hard not to squeal to this because I'm not in the comfort of my home and aaah this pairing does give off this french film grunge-ish vibe (is that a thing?) And you wrote them perfectly. <3 Is that a real film the one you described earlier?
YES omfg they both have that artsy/hipster vibe and they went to the same high school too! lol I was trying to go for that french new wave/mod 60s vibe but close enough. I was really inspired by the prompt so I think this came out better than I initially planned and it's not the exact film described but I had 'Pierrot le Fou' in mind when I wrote this and the plot is very similar xx
She guesses if they’re going to see each other anywhere again it would be here - at a film forum, in an old, small cinema where the lights are off and the people are obnoxious.
Her hair was long, synthetic blonde the last time they were in the same room, now it’s his turn. His hair was dark and bluntly cropped the last time they spoke, now it’s her turn. She smoked too much then, now he does too. He was cold and cruel then, now she is too.
She comes in late for the movie. Not that it really matters, they’re always watching the same story unfold on the screen in different languages. He likes the girls in these Goddard films - these French seductresses with their Bambi lashes, kitten eyeliners and pillowy lips. And she likes pretending to be someone else; playing dress up berets and mini skirts. They’ve turned into the couples they indulge in on a Sunday night, drinking wine and far too gone to make sense of the subtitles. They’re young and pretty and complicated - they had their own world; a dingy flat on the corner of the Champ Elysees, a beautiful view from the bath tub she frequent slept in whenever they fought, a stack of first edition novels, a handful of ye-ye records he hated but loved when she stripped to. They welcomed but they welcomed no one but one another.
She sits down but leaves a seat vacant between them. It’s a sign to say that she’s here but he must not get too close. He notices her, she knows this even if there is no exchange of longing looks or greetings. She used to enjoy sitting at the front and he, at the back. Now it’s the other way around. They only learn to mirror each other after they have part ways.
Her ankles are crossed, her Mary Janes knocking against each other. He sees and remembers the. He bought her those at the night market during last Summer. She hates them but for him, she wears them. He took pleasure in her dressing up for him, whether it was for dinner or to go dancing. She bets his pride still swells when he thinks about it now.
The girl with sad eyes mews something in French; her eyes big and round and sad as the camera focuses on them. She’s telling her lover to listen, “please listen to her words and hear them” but there is no response, only more silence and more black and white shots of the space between them. It is a sad, little portrait of the life of youths.
They used to walk down the streets, looking pretty as a new wave picture. Perhaps they took those all too literally - the coolest kids down town with no money and no family, they’re still the coolest but they’re without their partner in crimes.
She left town when she left him. He had a car he never drove, she took the key and raced out of his life. She hit out in the south of France - slept in the front seat, tanned in the backseat, cried on the trunk, waited for the police to come on the hood. She knows the plot to this story well - a couple with their guns and cigarettes robbed a local bank dry of their funds, they roll around in cash and spend frivolously on frivolous things, the girl wakes up one day to ditch the boy and take all the bills left in the bag, the boy; betrayed and hungry for vengeance calls the law to take care of her. Except no one ever came for her - not even him.
The credit rolls and all the outsiders get up; slipping out the exit door and linking arms with their lovers. That used to be them. It can’t be anymore so neither of them move from their respective seat. They’ve only got a minute until film rolls into a white blank nothing.
He gets up first because that’s how it’s supposed to go. She catches his eyes lingering over her when the projector’s light falls on his form and in turn, he too catches her missing him. The screen is dead, it is still dark - she can’t see him but she feels the faintest brush against her hand and knows it to be him.
When the light comes on, he is gone.
She thinks this is the ending you get when you play the bad guy.
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i am in tears, this is glorious.
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also I love your dp
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and i love yours. ben's face makes me weep constantly.
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I was here checking this prompt a day ago and I came back and you wrote it.
HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE THIS?? SUCH ART, MUCH ART.
AAH and I just recently checked out Taehyun's IG and
WHY SO AVANT GARDE?? He is a bit like Krystal, don't you think? (I am also referring to the both of them watching HER). This movie is on my queue though lol
I'm trying so hard not to squeal to this because I'm not in the comfort of my home and aaah this pairing does give off this french film grunge-ish vibe (is that a thing?)
And you wrote them perfectly. <3
Is that a real film the one you described earlier?
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I was trying to go for that french new wave/mod 60s vibe but close enough.
I was really inspired by the prompt so I think this came out better than I initially planned and it's not the exact film described but I had 'Pierrot le Fou' in mind when I wrote this and the plot is very similar xx
Glad you enjoyed this bb /hugs/
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taehyun/krystal has such an interesting aesthetic o_o
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