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ㅤㅤ“An Interlude Written On The
29 Of May Between Two
Cooling Cups.”
There resides a quiet tenderness within assemblies that unfurl unhurriedly much like dawn insinuating itself upon the horizon. Conversations meander without compulsion, journals accrue their modest confessions, and epistles find repose within meticulously folded envelopes. We’re no longer just a gathering, we become a sanctuary under soft constellations. With unfeigned cordiality, we tender our felicitations toward @theellsword as a modest token of regard and present this small tribute of gratitude. May the road that stretches ahead remain adorned with discerning companionship as innumerable cups of coffee left to cool beside conversations that refuse the brevity of time.
With abiding goodwill,
@NoiMerfyn.
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ㅤㅤ“An Interlude Written On The
29 Of May Between Two
Cooling Cups.”
There resides a quiet tenderness within assemblies that unfurl unhurriedly much like dawn insinuating itself upon the horizon. Conversations meander without compulsion, journals accrue their modest confessions, and epistles find repose within meticulously folded envelopes. We’re no longer just a gathering, we become a sanctuary under soft constellations. With unfeigned cordiality, we tender our felicitations toward @theellsword as a modest token of regard and present this small tribute of gratitude. May the road that stretches ahead remain adorned with discerning companionship as innumerable cups of coffee left to cool beside conversations that refuse the brevity of time.
With abiding goodwill,
@NoiMerfyn.
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Can anyone guess what we’ve been doing all afternoon? We’ve been trying to find something to eat with Merfyn’s Junseo (me), who wouldn’t stop craving mie ayam, while Houndric’s Junseo kept insisting bubur ayam was the better option. Meanwhile Noirveth’s Junseo was just there saying “it’s still chicken anyway” like that somehow solved the entire argument. By the end of it, our friendship was genuinely depending on one bowl of bubur ayam and whether it should be stirred or not. So tell us, Meffies… are you mixing your bubur or not?👀
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Can anyone guess what we’ve been doing all afternoon? We’ve been trying to find something to eat with Merfyn’s Junseo (me), who wouldn’t stop craving mie ayam, while Houndric’s Junseo kept insisting bubur ayam was the better option. Meanwhile Noirveth’s Junseo was just there saying “it’s still chicken anyway” like that somehow solved the entire argument. By the end of it, our friendship was genuinely depending on one bowl of bubur ayam and whether it should be stirred or not. So tell us, Meffies… are you mixing your bubur or not?
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ㅤㅤ“An Interlude Written On The
30th Of May Between Two
Cooling Cups.”
There resides a quiet tenderness within assemblies that unfurl unhurriedly much like dawn insinuating itself upon the horizon. Conversations meander without compulsion, journals accrue their modest confessions, and epistles find repose within meticulously folded envelopes. We’re no longer just a gathering, we become a sanctuary under soft constellations. With unfeigned cordiality, we tender our felicitations toward @SCHAFERHAUS and @StarryOfVincent as a modest token of regard and present this small tribute of gratitude. May the road that stretches ahead remain adorned with discerning companionship as innumerable cups of coffee left to cool beside conversations that refuse the brevity of time.
With abiding goodwill,
@NoiMerfyn.
ㅤ
ㅤㅤ“An Interlude Written On The
30th Of May Between Two
Cooling Cups.”
There resides a quiet tenderness within assemblies that unfurl unhurriedly much like dawn insinuating itself upon the horizon. Conversations meander without compulsion, journals accrue their modest confessions, and epistles find repose within meticulously folded envelopes. We’re no longer just a gathering, we become a sanctuary under soft constellations. With unfeigned cordiality, we tender our felicitations toward @SCHAFERHAUS and @StarryOfVincent as a modest token of regard and present this small tribute of gratitude. May the road that stretches ahead remain adorned with discerning companionship as innumerable cups of coffee left to cool beside conversations that refuse the brevity of time.
With abiding goodwill,
@NoiMerfyn.
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Forwarded from Noi Le Merfyn: The Dawn That Belong To Us.
don't forget to fill your mensive here if you haven't yet!
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Forwarded from House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
Saturday night, Steinwalds’ Rei, Myldemoor’s Minji, and Merfyn’s Minju somehow find their way back to the same table, the same warm lights, and the same bowls of ramen.
Steinwalds’ Rei stirs her noodles with quiet concentration, Myldemoor’s Minji waits with a seat saved for her girls, and Merfyn’s Minju arrives with bright eyes and a smile that never fails to soften the evening. Between shared bites, stolen glances, and laughter that lingers longer than the meal itself, the restaurant slowly becomes theirs.
Maybe that's why they keep coming back. Not because of the ramen, but because there's something comforting about ending the week together—just the three of them, sharing a table that feels a little like home.
Steinwalds’ Rei stirs her noodles with quiet concentration, Myldemoor’s Minji waits with a seat saved for her girls, and Merfyn’s Minju arrives with bright eyes and a smile that never fails to soften the evening. Between shared bites, stolen glances, and laughter that lingers longer than the meal itself, the restaurant slowly becomes theirs.
Maybe that's why they keep coming back. Not because of the ramen, but because there's something comforting about ending the week together—just the three of them, sharing a table that feels a little like home.
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Forwarded from DIARY OF THE HEFFLINS : A Page We Probably Shouldn't Post.
Good evening, Heffies. As the day slowly wrapped itself up, Merfyn’s Minji dragged me, Hefflins’ Eunseok, along for a visit to an art gallery. It was very much a last-minute plan because she had spent half the day complaining about being bored, then suddenly stumbled across this gallery while scrolling through Instagram. Honestly, I think it was a pretty good find and a fun way to spend a day off. That said, if you're the type who gets restless after five minutes, you might not stick around for too long. How was your weekend, Heffies? Did you make the most of it?
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