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Independent Roleplay Blog for Chuu'un (Magi)

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To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.

Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via youngadultquoted)

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Chuu’un prided himself for being a man of great restraint and discipline. It was something drilled into him with years of working in the military. The circumstances that led him to become the bodyguard of the affluent Ren family is a story for another day... mostly because Chuu’un currently can not form a coherent thought beyond the words tight and more.

“Y-Young master- -”

If he had any inkling of distaste, he would curse how well Koumei learned the art of seducing him, rendering him down to his primal urges like he was less a proper man and more a needy, desperate animal. And yet he was moving just like that, hands gripping the other’s legs as he thrust with wild abandon.

There were kisses before this, yes. He was starting to remember bit by bit.There was some winking too, and clothes hastily discarded as soon as the eldest Ren’s black limousine left the front gates.

“Nnn...!”

He had duties, goddammit! And he was quite sure they did not include screwing his employer’s younger brother against the bathroom wall.

But his body was clearly in control over his mind at the moment as he relished those gasps and moans, shifting slightly so he could hit that spot within Koumei that rendered him incoherent. He groans, feeling that tight squeeze with every rough push and shove.

Chuu’un knows he won’t be able to last long but the idea of finishing before his (secret) lover was beyond unimaginable. Breathless, he leans in close to press a needy kiss against Koumei’s lips just as his hand wanders upward, caressing a scarred thigh before grasping the other’s dripping cock.

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The archer hurriedly prepares the washcloth and a second bottle, this one filled with pale yellow liquid and dried flowers. He’d learned from a medicinal scroll that the flower extracts worked well in soothing sensitive skin.

With his soaked clothing out of the way, it was easy to see the scars on Koumei’s body. But Chuu’un cared little for them. A long time ago he was filled with so much hatred for those who dared to hurt his master but what use was harboring anger to those he could not harm, let alone touch? Such vile intentions would only grow within, consuming him in the end.

No, he must keep a clear head. After all, he was most efficient when calm.

“Your highness?”

Calmness easily shattered by the second prince’s words. Flustered, Chuu’un nearly loses grip on the washcloth, regaining his composure at the last second.

“I… I’m flattered that you would consider me as a friend. I-It would be foolish of me not to think of you in the same way. I mean- -”

“Yes, I do consider you my friend as well. It might be foolish but that night at the library… It must have been fate that let us meet each other. You are one of my most precious people and it is my most fervent wish to see you happy and safe.”

      As the other spoke Koumei found a large smile spreading across his face and he found tears beading in his eyes before he bit his lip and ducked his head. Chuu’un’s words had instantly lifted his spirits and he was certain today would be a good day. “I’m so glad…” He laughed and then reached out, touching the others hand. 

    His heart was fluttering in his chest and even if he wasn’t sure why that was yet, he was glad of it. “Please…when in private just…call me Koumei or Mei…We’ve known each other for years and when it’s just us a little informality can’t hurt can it?” 

    The prince’s smile was bright and giving; something that rarely occurred. It was so rare, indeed, for him to smile so brightly that it reached his eyes one could compare it to finding a grain of sand on a beach. Unsure why he was so giddy he simply accepted it. “I…want you happy to you know…whatever it takes…and there is no one who makes me feel safer…” 

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Chuu’un was quite sure his heart skipped a beat. If it wasn’t that smile then it was that simple but meaningful request which turned his cheeks a dark shade of red.

“Y-Your highness- -I couldn’t possibly- -”

The archer chooses to stay quiet for a while, concentrating on finishing up with his task. Calloused but gentle hands scrub the prince’s bare form then wash him down with clean water. Towels pressed against delicate skin, drying him off before Koumei is clad in a simple robe. His more elaborate clothes were laid out in the adjacent room, everything arranged in neat contrast with the rest of his bed chambers.

It is while Chuu’un tied the belt around his master’s slim form that he finally manages to speak.

“If I make you feel happy and safe as I am now then... I would do my best to keep it that way. Your happiness means my happiness as well, your highn- -”

A pause. The archer’s steady hands shake briefly before settling.

“Koumei.”

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“Of course, my apologies once more for interrupting you.”

Chuu’un should have stopped there, should have stepped away and gone back to his post beside the empire’s second prince but… that odd breeze taunted him. Something was still amiss and he couldn’t risk endangering the lives of the royal family even if it might be nothing more than a hunch.

“…You seem pale, princess. Like a ghost.”

Sharp eyes peek from beneath his heavy fringe and bronze-gilded helmet. Almost immediately, the retainer gives a curt bow.

“I would suggest staying away from travel for a while. The sea spray might only make you feel colder this time of year.”

Pale, hmm…

Part of her wanted to chuckle at the comparison, thinking back to how she had been in the past. Before taking up fencing, she practically had been a ghost in her family’s residence. The little girl who had been hidden away, left to play with her dolls all alone in her dark rooms. The child no one spoke of.

That girl was gone.

Fighting a smirk, Kougyoku tilted her head ever so slightly in response. “I’m sure caring for my brother is the reason you show such concern… Chuu’un-san, but if anything, the sea spray has always invigorated me.” One of the reasons Vinea had chosen her, more than likely, though the djinn had remained silent on the matter. In fact, since conquering the sea dragon’s dungeon, the ocean waters have felt more and more like home to the princess.

“I promise you, I shall take care, but I fear you may be overreacting.”

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“We retainers spare no expense in taking care of our masters. And that might include a slight... overreaction, as you put it.”

It was part of Chuu’un’s duty to keep an eye out for the members of the Ren family. His master, despite his reserved demeanor, cared deeply for his brothers and sisters. As such any discontent within the siblings should be dispersed as quickly, as efficiently as possible.

But was it still his duty when the problem seemed to lie not between the siblings but within?

“And I was speaking of the southern seas, milady.”

“I am well-aware that your household acclimates itself with waterforms just as my master is attuned to the night sky. But the seas in that particular area are treacherous this time of year.”

He might be implying something about the ties between Kou and Sindria going sour but then again, what could a simple vassal know about political misgivings?

(Plenty, if Koumei’s scrolls were anything to go by.)

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Chuu’un’s happy demeanor fell at Koumei’s words. Did he really make it seem like he disliked being his servant? Perhaps he failed at helping his prince somehow? Worry filled the retainer’s mind but he is quick to shove it all aside. This wasn’t about him after all. He must be a proper support for his master, unfaltering and unfailing.

“Your highness, I never said anything of the sort. It was, is, and always will be my pleasure to serve under your command. You are a brilliant strategist and a kind master. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

The archer offers the prince a small smile, holding out a hand.

“Now if your luminousness could give me his arm so we can finish things up here and get him into some warm, dry clothes…”

     Koumei sighed. “I just…thought maybe after all this time you…thought of me as a friend too…” And he meant it. He couldn’t see his retainer as anything but the dearest of friends. Shaking his head he stood, letting Chuu’un lead him back toward the cold bath.

    He flinched as he stepped in, the cold water making his scars ache. Still he obediently slid into the water. It was his own fault after all so there wasn’t point in protesting any further. 

     “I hope you know Chuu’un…” his voice softened as he stared down at his legs through the water. “There’s a reason you’re my only retainer. Trust does not come easy to me…these lashes are proof of it. Perhaps it’s time I told you my troubles…I just haven’t wanted to burden you but…I do so dearly wish for you to thin of me as your friend…and not just your master.” 

     Sullen eyes turned to look at him. “I have thought of you as nothing less than that since the day we met in the library; a kindred spirit that I could trust to always be by my side; my first and only friend.”

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The archer hurriedly prepares the washcloth and a second bottle, this one filled with pale yellow liquid and dried flowers. He’d learned from a medicinal scroll that the flower extracts worked well in soothing sensitive skin.

With his soaked clothing out of the way, it was easy to see the scars on Koumei’s body. But Chuu’un cared little for them. A long time ago he was filled with so much hatred for those who dared to hurt his master but what use was harboring anger to those he could not harm, let alone touch? Such vile intentions would only grow within, consuming him in the end.

No, he must keep a clear head. After all, he was most efficient when calm.

“Your highness?”

Calmness easily shattered by the second prince’s words. Flustered, Chuu’un nearly loses grip on the washcloth, regaining his composure at the last second.

“I... I’m flattered that you would consider me as a friend. I-It would be foolish of me not to think of you in the same way. I mean- -”

“Yes, I do consider you my friend as well. It might be foolish but that night at the library... It must have been fate that let us meet each other. You are one of my most precious people and it is my most fervent wish to see you happy and safe.”

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“It would have been warm if you were on time,” the retainer chided although his words held no real bite. This was familiar banter between them. If Chuu’un was any less dedicated to his post as Koumei’s guard, he would have called it ‘friendship’… but nothing of that sort should exist between soldier and master.

Koumei was the star-filled sky above and he the forlorn stargazer. It was by pure serendipity that Chuu’un found a place by the prince’s side. He should be grateful for what he has now. He shouldn’t yearn for anything more.

( Shoot for the moon; Miss and you will fall down to the stars )

( Shoot for the stars; Miss … and you will fall down to the earth )

“Would you prefer I called your other servants instead? I hear they often soak you in scalding hot water as if you were some tea leaf to be boiled.”

Chuu’un finally relents, allowing Koumei to sit on a nearby stool as he got to work on washing the prince’s unkempt hair. Some generous drops of a special solution coupled with gentle rubbing and massaging results in a thick lather easily washed away by more water. A quick squeeze before Chuu’un combs the now-calmed tresses, tying it into a loose braid that hung over Koumei’s shoulder.

“Stand up please. We need to wash the rest of you too.”

      Koumei frowned, suddenly feeling anxiety well in his chest as he gripped had arm tightly while he let Chuu’un handle his hair. “They…refuse to look at me…” he glanced away, his lashed up legs tucking themselves against his body. “They aren’t like you they…think I’m a freak; that I look disgusting. It’s unsightly for a prince to have so many scars…I…” His eyes fluttered closed and he continued to look away. He felt extremely anxious and was afraid of moving from his curled up state on the stool. 

      “Do you…dislike serving me? I know I don’t make it easy…” In truth Koumei had been much more anxious ever since his fathers passing he’d been jittery and slept even less than before. It was as if a shadow haunted the prince; stalking him like a beast wherever he went. He hadn’t cried over his fathers death, in fact he’d seem almost disinterested in it but suddenly he feared touch and was even less social than normal. 

     Even he himself didn’t understand why. He had a war meeting, he needed to be focused but his emotions swirled painfully inside him and he felt tears beading in his eyes. “I’m so sorry…I’m…not a good master…or a good friend…” 

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Chuu’un’s happy demeanor fell at Koumei’s words. Did he really make it seem like he disliked being his servant? Perhaps he failed at helping his prince somehow? Worry filled the retainer’s mind but he is quick to shove it all aside. This wasn’t about him after all. He must be a proper support for his master, unfaltering and unfailing.

“Your highness, I never said anything of the sort. It was, is, and always will be my pleasure to serve under your command. You are a brilliant strategist and a kind master. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

The archer offers the prince a small smile, holding out a hand.

“Now if your luminousness could give me his arm so we can finish things up here and get him into some warm, dry clothes...”

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I don't mean to be a bother but where are the buttons/links on your theme?

// Oh, they show up when you click the blog title { vantage }and it’s totally okay to ask. I got a bit confused myself at first >w>;

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There it was. The permission that Chuu’un needed to proceed with his daily duties. He would lament how the prince seemed to acquiesce so easily but then again, this was the only way they can make him look decent enough without taking half the day.

“Very well.”

The archer leans down, carrying Koumei into his sturdy arms. He then proceeds to the adjacent bathroom. A tub of water awaited them, long gone cold from the first time Chuu’un had it drawn.

“Please take a deep breath,” the retainer murmurs, poised to dunk the prince’s head and hair into the water.

Normally, he wouldn’t be anywhere near as… barbaric but it was either this or getting Koumei and his entire unit berated by their senior officers. And Chuu’un will not stand for his master getting told off like an errant child (again).

    Koumei took in a deep breath. He’d been though this enough times to know what was coming. In his defense he did feel guilty. In many regards he considered Chuu’un a far better person than himself and someone who needed more than he received. He noted in the back of his mind to see if he couldn’t maybe get some of those exotic scrolls Chuu’un was always eyeing when he went to check on shipments. 

    Icy water splashed over his head and face as his retainer dunked him. As he pulled up he let out a pathetic whimpering noise, gripping the edge of the bath tighter. “H-how long ago did you pour this?” He was wide awake now, though not happily. At least, however, his hair was not as disheveled as it had been previously and would be easier to work with. 

     Cold water dripped down his face and he whined. “Chuu’un…did you put ice in thiiiis?” He’d make up for this later, he promised. If anything, his whining and open nature around his retainer was a sign of deep trust; something he had only gifted one person outside his family and that was Chuu’un. The retainer had seen the scars on his legs and the ones places upon his skin by himself. He said nothing neither about his scars or his eye and Koumei was grateful, but if Chuu’un ever asked he would be honest.

     “You’re such a bully first thing–” It was teasing, not meant to be taken seriously at all. If anything, the prince’s small smile was sign enough he didn’t mind.

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“It would have been warm if you were on time,” the retainer chided although his words held no real bite. This was familiar banter between them. If Chuu’un was any less dedicated to his post as Koumei’s guard, he would have called it ‘friendship’... but nothing of that sort should exist between soldier and master.

Koumei was the star-filled sky above and he the forlorn stargazer. It was by pure serendipity that Chuu’un found a place by the prince’s side. He should be grateful for what he has now. He shouldn’t yearn for anything more.

( Shoot for the moon; Miss and you will fall down to the stars )

( Shoot for the stars; Miss ... and you will fall down to the earth )

“Would you prefer I called your other servants instead? I hear they often soak you in scalding hot water as if you were some tea leaf to be boiled.”

Chuu’un finally relents, allowing Koumei to sit on a nearby stool as he got to work on washing the prince’s unkempt hair. Some generous drops of a special solution coupled with gentle rubbing and massaging results in a thick lather easily washed away by more water. A quick squeeze before Chuu’un combs the now-calmed tresses, tying it into a loose braid that hung over Koumei’s shoulder.

“Stand up please. We need to wash the rest of you too.”

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Chuu’un is absolutely not sneaking a peek at the visiting king. Absolutely not.

He also hasn’t finished reading all his adventures and placed sharp, biting annotations on each margin because having such material was borderline insubordination to his empire.

(In all honesty, Sinbad used too many flamboyant adjectives. That sort of thing can get boring very quickly. And his lurid descriptions of his encounter with the amazon women was just too colorful.)

It wasn’t that he didn’t know he was being watched - it was more he wasn’t sure where he was being watched from. When he next laughed at a joke one of court officials said - as dry and unamusing as it was, he took the chance to glance around, noting the different figures around them. Most of them were being a bit more obvious, and others glanced over before going about their duties, but there was one that stood out.

Without much thought, and more curious than anything, the king walked up to the man, humming and tapping his finger against his chin before waving his hand in front of his face. 

Could he even see anything? How?

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Chuu’un startled, standing up straight when the monarch approached. What was he trying to do? Test his reflexes? But something was familiar with those odd movements. (Of course it had to be about that.)

“I can see perfectly well, your majesty,” the retainer notes with a slight chuckle.

He gives a courteous bow... only to gasp in surprise when an errant scroll rolls out from beneath his armor. Tsk, he knew he shouldn’t have tried to bring all seven volumes!

Chuu’un immediately reaches for it, hoping the other didn’t notice the familiar violet and gold seal used on all his so-called adventure novels.

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Of course he’ll say that. In all the years he looked after - no - guarded the second prince of Kou, Chuu’un has learned the familiarity of repetition. Again, it wasn’t like he’s complaining. An esteemed position high in the ranks, not to mention easy access to the library. He also had a proper room to sleep in, three square meals a day, a monthly stipend he can send to his family in the provinces…

But was it too much to wish that this one day could be different?

“Your highness.”

The archer’s tone is clipped.

“Must I remind you of the last time you were late to the war council?”

As (bad) luck would have it, his eldest brother presided the previous war council. And the so-called flame emperor was not one to hide his displeasure when his brother stumbled into the room with only one slipper on.

Chuu’un sighs.

“Your highness, please. We are doing this for your sake. The royal family must not appear in such a disheveled state.”

      A hand reached out and pawed the air weakly before it flopped down back on the ground and Koumei made a grunting noise. “What year is it…” he mumbled, trying to decide if he was living yet or not. Finally he reached up, grabbing the others robes. “Just drag me…” he grunted, lying like a worm on the floor. “I’ll make it up to you later…”

    His hair, as usual, looked like a bunch of red hay had put glued to his head. In his defense, he really did have quite a lot of hair. It was difficult to control and in many ways he couldn’t bathe by himself. It didn’t help that he had a plethera of scars he preferred to try and ignore. 

    He let his face fall into the floor and he grunted weakly, still clinging to Chuu’un’s robes. 

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There it was. The permission that Chuu’un needed to proceed with his daily duties. He would lament how the prince seemed to acquiesce so easily but then again, this was the only way they can make him look decent enough without taking half the day.

“Very well.”

The archer leans down, carrying Koumei into his sturdy arms. He then proceeds to the adjacent bathroom. A tub of water awaited them, long gone cold from the first time Chuu’un had it drawn.

“Please take a deep breath,” the retainer murmurs, poised to dunk the prince’s head and hair into the water.

Normally, he wouldn’t be anywhere near as... barbaric but it was either this or getting Koumei and his entire unit berated by their senior officers. And Chuu’un will not stand for his master getting told off like an errant child (again).

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                                                    السندباد

              「Do you believe people are born…

                                                           …to fulfill certain destinies?」

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Chuu’un is absolutely not sneaking a peek at the visiting king. Absolutely not.

He also hasn’t finished reading all his adventures and placed sharp, biting annotations on each margin because having such material was borderline insubordination to his empire.

(In all honesty, Sinbad used too many flamboyant adjectives. That sort of thing can get boring very quickly. And his lurid descriptions of his encounter with the amazon women was just too colorful.)

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It was something Chuu’un can not truly explain, an odd gut feeling that placed him on edge. Although everything in the palace seemed normal, something lingered in the air. A certain coldness that tasted of winter… in the middle of spring.

“Good morning, your highness.”

He bows respectfully as the princess passes by, only breaking composure once his senses honed in on the source of unrest. Chuu’un shifts, reaching forward but stopping just before he could obstruct the princess’ private space.

“M-My apologies, milady… but you look rather unwell. I know it’s none of my business but it might do you good to get some rest.”

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It wasn’t often that the youngest princess of the Kou Empire spoke to her brother’s assistant. After all, society allowed her to bypass him and speak directly to Koumei, so it was rarely necessary. So when he made to stop her from her way to the gardens, it caused her to raise an eyebrow in query. Maybe she wouldn’t have responded so coolly before, but she wasn’t that girl anymore. And she wasn’t going back.

“Unwell? How do you mean, I feel fine.” Raising one sleeve up to her face, Kougyoku glanced behind her to search for her own assistant. Shouldn’t Ka Koubun have stopped her if she looked so sick? Hmmm… This could get irritating.

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“Of course, my apologies once more for interrupting you.”

Chuu’un should have stopped there, should have stepped away and gone back to his post beside the empire’s second prince but... that odd breeze taunted him. Something was still amiss and he couldn’t risk endangering the lives of the royal family even if it might be nothing more than a hunch.

“...You seem pale, princess. Like a ghost.”

Sharp eyes peek from beneath his heavy fringe and bronze-gilded helmet. Almost immediately, the retainer gives a curt bow.

“I would suggest staying away from travel for a while. The sea spray might only make you feel colder this time of year.”