Hype Leehan orang paling ganteng sedunia. ❤️

Paris at night feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from. The lights on the Seine shimmered like liquid gold, the quiet laughter of people nearby blended with the sound of the river, and everything felt slow, soft, and alive. I, Dewmourne’s Jihoon, stood there with the city glowing behind me, feeling the kind of calm that only comes when the world feels completely right. The air was cool but gentle, the Eiffel Tower glowing like it was watching over us, and for a moment, time didn’t seem to move at all.

Next to me, Mistlesoir’s Hanjin smiled beneath the golden light, eyes reflecting the shine of Paris itself. He looked so peaceful, so completely at ease, that I couldn’t help but feel lucky just to be there with him. Every step we took, every small laugh, felt like something out of a quiet movie —simple, honest, and real. It wasn’t just a date; it was a night that will stay with us, wrapped in warmth, laughter, and the soft hum of a city made for love. 🤍

Ily 12.04EVER Mistle & Misty. 🤍

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          ❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
      ㅤ    BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."

ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.

To @TheZachruelle, @Sooreviel, and @Fimesse : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.

       ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  By holm and hearth,
           ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ        @MISTLESOIR

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