There is an exasperated sigh that escapes the male. His eyes were hard to read. Frustration looms behind the honeyed hues that is clearly and vividly painted across his face. Annoyed and irritated by the worrying that has overtaken his gut, his hand reaches for their face gripping their chin as he tilts their head upwards, none too gently. He dabs the ointment against the bloodied lip watching the purple break the surface and the bruise forming mockingly at Azha’s concerns.
❝ Hold still. ❞ The words bite out harder than intended – a firm command – eyes steely, grip firm and unforgiving. What were they thinking? How many times does he have to tell them? Humans were so incredibly fickle and damn fragile. ❝ I would ask what you were thinking but you weren’t thinking. You never do. You do not jump in front of me when someone threatens me. I could have handled it. Now I am the one bandaging you up. ❞ His eyes followed their face, loosening his grip after a second, realizing he was pressing too hard, and sighing once more. His hand presses a gentle pat against their cheek. He didn’t mean to be a hard ass but he couldn’t just idly watch them be so reckless with their life.
some habits are hard to shake. a years younger version of himself reignites upon hearing the crude dismissal in a stranger’s tone and the subsequent threatening stance. and though elliot is by no means frail, nor weak, it has certainly been years since his last street brawl.
now that it’s been some time and he’s getting patched up, he ponders on the catalyst this time around. again, he reminds himself it’s been years since he’s last lost his composure like this. he’s trying to recall whether the old rage he’d tap into for fights is still there or not --- and come up empty. some endings really do take things away from people and in his case, a past lover seems to be the reason why his hard earned control doesn’t often slip.
there’s theory in his head but he’s promptly stopped by azha’s insistent scolding. “ ow, i can’t. that stings. ---- and you’re clutching too hard, ow. ” honestly, this busted lip could be well fixed after a quick shower and some careful face washing... the male still fails to see why he’d need any antiseptic on it. “ jeez, dad, will you stop? ” his tone is playful albeit rueful. he doesn’t jump in for thanks (he’s starting to suspect this is more selfish than anything else) but he doesn’t want any nagging either.
after closing himself off towards anything beyond platonic, elliot marvels at the ease with which they each touch each other. maybe he’s getting some answers, though he’ll gladly play dumb on them. “ lucky me you seem to know what you’re doing, then, ” mischief laces his words, a dormant cheeky grin finding its way onto his face once again. it falters a bit when a hand is placed upon his cheek and he’s way too nervous to hold the other’s gaze for the time being.
he enters in a rush, a bit out of breath from running. thankfully, hayoung’s around to let his class now he’s running a little late and has sense enough to apologize and cover him smoothly. he’s in luck because she seems to be in storage as he enters, greeting the few students present out loud. “ we’ll begin in a second. for the time being, please get yourselves enough brushes and some cleaning water. ” without truly focusing on anyone, the male focuses on gathering the needed colors for today’s class.
this is it. his first time out, an attempt to reach out and salvage what he can. a young man full with ideals and romanticism, a true believer of goodness and honor. what else is there in this world?
there is a big crowd and fan’s eyes shine with wonder and curiosity. this palace is unlike any he’s seen (given, he’s only ever seen his family’s and the state of the structure is run down at best), filled with poised figures and fancy decorations. he can’t decide what’s more impressive: the opulence of the setting or the affluence reflected in those attending.
the occasion for such a display? some noble’s girl debutante.
and he does feel a little bad about it, given as he’s used this invitation (all had thought his family would decline as was usual) to make his entrance into a world of politics. there are as many whispers of this girl as there are of him and his always absent family. though whereas whispers of her are of excitement and congratulation, his own gossip seems tainted with apprehension and doubt.
fan is still a ruler’s son and he’s aware, just as everyone else in this room, that his presence now means a strategy. they’re all just left wondering what type.
for the time being, the young crown prince plasters a smile as he converses. there are many questions about his land and about the future, and though he can sense the hidden interests behind the inquiries, fan’s not so naive as to reply disfavourably.
conversations, thankfully, are cut once the young lady is presented --- this is a mere formality since most people seem to know her. the prince, although well versed in etiquette, feels a little lost on the current protocol and stands quietly as he observes others. when couples start joining this young lady on the dance floor, he scans ladies around him, eyes immediately drawn to a well-put lady. she isn’t like the women he usually eyes up, yet there is some... curiosity in his gaze.
as no other men seem to be approaching her for now, fan reaches forward, bowing politely to her before extending his arm, “ excuse me. may i have this dance? ”
her eyes open up and dabin feels disoriented for a whole minute. slowly, as she blinks the sleep away, her brain places her where she is: her bedroom, on her bed, waking up from a nap. whatever promises of rest had been a total lie as she now feels a truck has run her over.
slowly, she stretches out her limbs, hoping that doing so will lessen the groggy feeling and oncoming migraine.
gosh, what she’d give to sleep eight hours straight again.
hands are busy trying her hair into a bun as she comes out the room, some sleep still clinging to her. her eyes jump all over the place, searching for two figures that should be there. there they are, huddled over by the couch as they play together. “ hey, you two. isn’t it time for jaeun to eat? or did i sleep through her lunch? ”
woobin’s speechless. his mouth is close to hanging open in a funny rendition of the :o emoji. “ oh, stop it. ” he crosses his arms and uncrosses them, reaches out for the beer in front of him and looks around as if urging the tent’s owner to bring their soups faster. “ don’t be like that, eungun. i’ll apologize if you want to, okay? ”
see, jack’s usually very laid-back. the type to chuckle and appease others when they get mad with him, but this time he feels himself growing agitated with every word she delivers. there’s no way this conversation will end up well for either of them but he won’t back down now. not after she tries to incriminate him when this is both their fault !!!
“ what? are you really bringing my flat mate into this? ” this is what he gets for messing around with someone younger. because as much as jack would like to think of it as dating, he’s very well aware that she’s rejected his advances for exclusivity one too many times now.
“mmm…” haeun grabbed the laptop and started searching from it. they could either rent it or stream it from a sketchy site. “yeah, we can definitely get it,” she shouted from where she was. “ooh,” she pondered this question. a good one. “i wouldn’t mind some take out if you want some,” she noted. she wasn’t hungry, per se, but just eating popcorn didn’t sound satisfying enough at the moment.
“nice! then let’s watch that one,” there’s a lot of loud speaking in an otherwise silent apartment and woobin hopes the neighbors don’t issue a complain. that would put a halt to this seemingly normal date of theirs, and one that he wouldn’t take too kindly to. after a few minutes, he’s back to her side, an array of beer cans in his arms and the popcorn bag dangling from his fingers. “ help me out a moment? ” they arrange the snacks on the table for now and he’s quick to drop onto the sofa with a loud thud. “ i can eat for sure... pork feet? chicken? pizza? what sounds good to you? ” he could anything at the moment and besides, he’s more concerned she enjoys the meal as well than he is with what they’ll eat.
elaine saw the sudden panic at what hayoung has agreed to her and it was enough to make giggles filter past lips . she does a spin , thoroughly excited and beyond - the - moon happy about being able to go on a shopping spree . to ease hayoung’s mind ( though it probably did no such thing ) elaine hums , nodding along to whatever she said though the wide smile remained plastered on her countenance . it was clear elaine already had her mind set , and there was nothing hayoung could do to stop her now . she’s bouncing where she stands by the door , ‘ hurry ! there is no time to waste ! ’
“ i’m serious, elaine! ” but hayoung knows her warnings fall onto deaf ears. should she call one of her siblings? maybe they could put a stop to this pandora box she’s accidentally opened. on a whim, the artist slaps her own mouth, cussing herself out for thoughtlessly agreeing to this. “ you know i stain all my clothes, it’s not worth it to spend so much. i really just need some new jeans and that’s it. ” it takes her no longer than the issued comments to place all things to their rightful place, hand stretching to grab a hold of her bag as she scurries out. maybe jiho can intimidate an overly excited elaine... that could also to work as a plan d if the other woman refuses to listen.
WHATEVER came to his mind, be it a simple, random thought or a convoluted one, Hayden would start picturing the images in his head before dazing off to his imaginary world. So it was no surprise he would conjure up something as bizarre and cartoony as the dapper dinosaur like before – although, it might have left a tiny impression towards the public and his companion, Elliot, before it disappeared. The dreamer turned his attention towards him and blinked, holding onto the drawing pad hugged on his chest. “But wouldn’t that be a…good cartoon character, Elli?” Hayden suggested and tilted his head. “How does one…look like, actually?”
a good cartoon character.
it’s a good thing years have made elliot more patient, otherwise he might have started pointing and turning red, anger gripping him as it once used to. now all he musters is a scoff (to let out his disbelief once again) and a shake of his head, “ no way. that’s on par with barney and that was a tragic rendition of a dinosaur. ”
elliot leans back, supporting himself on his elbows and he looks ahead at the confused cluster of people. he’d been like that at first, when hayden hadn’t been a frequent presence in his life --- overtime, he’s learned about a few abilities. or at the very least to not look so skeptically at the younger man. “ have you never seen a skeleton in a museum? ”
he thinks of more references other than barney. ridiculous. “ or the land before time? that’s a cartoon but resembles them more closely. ”
IT was no surprise how his enthusiasm was able to infect even the most serious person in the room. But in cases like this, he saw it as a chore to even put a smile on the other’s lips, although it seemed to be working in his favour the longer he stayed with her. It was something Edison wished to achieve ever since their first meeting, having been separated for too long due to his own mistakes. He wanted to see the old Cora he knew back in the future; he wanted to see her smile again like before – and seeing her lips twitch a little brought the biggest delight within himself. It was an achievement worth needing to forgive himself for everything.
BUT that aside, the talk about food brought Edison back into reality as he turned to her and pinched the air with his thumb and index finger. “A little bit, Coco. I had some food before making my way here. But then the traveling got me hungry again.” He smiled at her, his stomach gurgled – it was in desperate need for food. He was about to reassure her of their current menu, but Edison figured Cora knew what he was going to say, which he decided to keep quiet. The enhanced human opened his eyes wide a little, before he shook his head. “I’m all good, Coco! You don’t have to worry about me with those pesky allergies!” He showed an ‘okay’ sign at her. “But but but while you get food, why don’t you get for yourself too? Then maybe we could share too!”
there’s a knowing glint in her eyes as he replies, further strengthening when his stomach joins in the conversation. it’s amusing enough to have her look towards the general direction of his abdomen, though not so much to have her twitch her lips again. baby steps. “ very well, then, ” she offers a nod in his direction before once again poking her head out the doors. this time there’s a soft request for a meal of the chef’s choosing so long as it fills a belly and a another to double the stack of desserts.
there’s another set of foot steps going, a little more hurriedly this time. this new guard has to catch up to the previous one and modify the request; meanwhile cora takes note to thank this shift later, once edison has retired. as she turns back, her head shakes slightly, shoulders shrugging in an exaggerate manner (to her usually inexpressive ways). “ i don’t have much of an appetite. but don’t worry, i’ll share some snacks with you. ”
instead of sitting back down next to him, cora heads on towards the windows, opening the big panels to let some fresh air flow in. the weather looks decent enough to rejoice in outside stimuli --- she considers asking edison if he wishes to have his meal outside but opts not to. she doesn’t want them running into any unlikable run-ins for the time being, the previous times enough to teach her a few lessons on discretion as well. “ edi... can i ask you something? how long does it take you to travel from your place to here? ”
there is a pause in thought , watching soojin with a smile . hands reach up , pulling hair out of it’s messy bun to shake out long hair . buffy hums in response , nodding nonchalantly . although she can already hear dustin scolding her for bothering his customers . but clearly , it’s not stopping her . she has a horrid time knowing boundaries . once satisfied that her hair isn’t a mess buffy cracks a knowing grin in soojin’s direction . ‘ we went to school together but i met him officially when cece eonnie took me in . so maybe six or seven ? ’
pretty. she wonders if there’s any way she can introduce this girl to her sister, if only to brag that she’s acquainted with someone so eye-catching. “ wow, that’s a really long time, ” a grin to mirror the other’s expression comes alive in soojin’s face. there’s a look to her that promises lots of embarrassing comments and maybe a few groans on her favorite friend’s face. “ so... i suppose... you could get your hands on some old stuff, huh? say... little d’s old shaved head pictures? ” though cece is a face she can’t quite place, it’s a name she’s heard once or twice before. whatever connection there is between all these people she’s not too certain, though the athlete doesn’t care in finding out either --- she’s way more interested in having those pictures in her hands.
@soulsxnfire requested 3 muses so here we go lmao
NAME: jack choi
OCCUPATION: manager of a public relations team
AGE: 29
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
PRONOUNS: he / him
APPEARANCE:
I am 5 ’ 7 “ or taller. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces.
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.
ABILITY:
I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push ups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I do or have done martial arts.
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have feelings for a friend.
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “ best friend ”. I live close to my school. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. I live in the United States. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CDs. I share my room apartment with someone.
RANDOM SHIT:
I have break-danced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages.
NAME: hong nari
OCCUPATION: culinary student / dishwasher and waitress at a french restaurant
AGE: 23
SEXUALITY: homosexual
PRONOUNS: she / her
APPEARANCE:
I am 5 ’ 7 “ or taller. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces.
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.
ABILITY:
I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push ups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I do or have done martial arts.
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have feelings for a friend.
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “ best friend ”. I live close to my school. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. I live in the United States. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CDs. I share my room with someone.
RANDOM SHIT:
I have break-danced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages.
NAME: jung jiho
OCCUPATION: varios jobs related to arts.
AGE: 31
SEXUALITY: bisexual
PRONOUNS: he / him
APPEARANCE:
I am 5 ’ 7 “ or taller. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or have had braces.
PERSONALITY:
I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.
ABILITY:
I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push ups without stopping. I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES:
I enjoy playing sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I work out at least once a week. I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. I do or have done martial arts.
EXPERIENCES:
I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored the winning goal in a sports game. I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
RELATIONSHIPS:
I’m in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I have been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush on someone for over a year. I have been in a relationship for at least a year. I have feelings for a friend.
MY LIFE:
I have at least one person I consider a “ best friend ”. I live close to my school. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. I live in the United States. There is snow right now where I live. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I have a smartphone. I have at least 15 CDs. I share my room with someone.
RANDOM SHIT:
I have break-danced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to one song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I know what I want to do with my life. I speak at least 2 languages.
His gaze locks on them for a second, apologetic he had neglected his friendships for so long. ❝ I have a coupon for two lattes for the price of one if you’re interested. The thing is they’re expired – my internship is unpaid , okay ! But if you wanna go halfsies we can try some a-list acting to distract the barista from the date ? ❞
The truth was ever since his internship he didn’t really have much time to do anything. Not many people would understand what Peter was really doing but frankly , it had been the time of his life learning new things under Dr. Cho. However, it did end up monopolizing most of his time. That the and entire Spiderman gig– it was time-consuming.
OPEN TO NON-MUTUALS. PREMISE: PETER HAS BEEN JUGGLING HIS INTERSHIP, BEING A UNDERCOVER SUPERHERO, AND COLLEGE. YOUR MUSE CAN EITHER KNOW HIS SECRETS OR NOT.
daeho does a great impression of a comedian, eyes almost white and face contorted into an over exaggerated expression as he does his best at ventriloquism. blah, blah, blah. peter can get him wrong but this is most likely his way to come to terms with the face that he’s been abandoned for a good few weeks. golden friendships for the golden boy. ha!
“i can’t believe you’re apologizing with an expired coupon... this is the most park thing to do and yet i’m still surprised.” this time he stops all mock imitations and smiles halfway, amused albeit still a little upset. “ honestly, just get me a soda. i’ll be okay with that. ”
name: yusuf tekin (fc reference).
d.o.b: ?? \ ID says july 15th, 1984.
occupation: university professor on turkish studies, his emphasis is on religion.
height: 185 cm.
weight: 87 kg.
days are spent in a haze of academics and home, his time divided between things he loves and feels passionately about. his interest quickly comes and goes, thus to have found something he can do in life is certainly gratifying… though he’s tried many things to earn his living before. yusuf spends his time leisurely, without hurrying or ever worrying about what the future might hold. perhaps living through centuries has given him this infinite patience, although he knows it goes beyond that and into his own personality.
ever since youthful days, he’s never gotten reason to fret. not even back then.
THEN THERE WAS A MAN.
also in his nature is the meddlesome curiosity that stems from magic. it urges him forward toward most would consider ridiculous and provides a constant companion through the millennia he’s lived in. careers come and go and sadly so do the people he loves and cherishes, though living life in solicitude is nothing to ever consider.
it’s a few years back that he finds a suitable companion to last more than others, a man whom he establishes a friendly relationship. they become close enough to hold promises and bonds that over last their imagination. when said man disappears, yusuf feels the severity of it all down on him — this is no mere child’s play as they had both believed before and the high price to pay has been covered by another. he sobers a bit then, even more so than his wife could have imagined, and prepares to uphold his side of the promise: to look after a child almost his own.
in the mean time, however, and with all that spare time and infinite patience he possesses, yusuf is ever-insistent in his search for his friend. this will last until the very last lead extinguishes, even if that is centuries from now.
ALSO…
a close friend to olivier’s parents, yusuf was quickly identified as an uncle for the kid.
upon finding out about the pregnancy, olivier’s parents and yusuf made a promise to look after each other’s family— perhaps a little gut feeling told them the time would eventually come when they had to act upon that promise.
cares after his ‘nephew’ after his friend’s disappearance as if he were his own child.
although not exactly human, yusuf’s part of some long-forgotten lore (he’s mage, the sole survivor of his species) on supernatural species. he’s mostly inconspicuous, though he’s rather knowledgeable in an array of supernatural topics (this muse is loosely based on merlin from the seven deadly sins).
he’s happily married to caterina guzman (fc reference) --- he’s made it so that his appearance can age a bit along her, though he’s long told her about his peculiarities.
haeun pouted as the other asked her to pick. what was even out these days? she was so behind on the times. “thank you,” she noted, a smile appearing on her lips when he noted that he would get those things ready for her. her lips happily took his against hers and then giggled when he slapped her butt. of course he would. “parasite? did you watch that yet?” she called from the room. she had heard good things, and she had caught glimpses of it on the plane when others watched it, but she’d never quite sat down to watch the whole thing herself.
he’s chuckling alongside her, though he’s already disappearing behind counters as he searches for snacks. “nope, haven’t had time yet. is it online?” kinda doofus on their part to not being able to catch up on modern society’s latest trends ---- woobin has already been subject of jabs at jordan and jack’s expense on his lack of interest. he might as well try to catch up as they delve into this impromptu date night together. “will popcorn be enough? or should i call some take out?”
(...) she knows enough about him, has spent enough time with him to know how much his honor means to him. or should she say: what little is left of it.
@consilian
fan’s pov of pt. 5 ?
his people were dying (either by poverty or by the constant attacks to their territory). and the luxuries from this royal family were nearly non-existent as they wore themselves thin for their kingdom. his siblings fell ill every couple days (malnourishment? exhaustion?), his father didn’t sleep (thoughts about his enemies? his family? his people?) and his mother stopped eating (donations? or was she sick and keeping quiet?).
fan himself didn’t bear much better than any of them, if anything he was doing worse. because there was a thirst for revenge and for freedom in him. ambition to take back the kingdom of his great grandfather: thriving and respected.
he watched on as they brought her forward to meet her captor, held her gaze steady as recognition flashed through her face. and something else; though, the rebel prince didn’t let himself discover what it was.
his father had once told him there was nothing more dangerous than a man in love. and now, as he saw her, the same woman he’d been enthralled with before, he thought to correct him:
there was nothing more dangerous than a desperate man.
no flinching from her words, not even the inkling to gaze away. instead, he looked more feral than ever, a beast awoken from the constants jabs of others. the polite prince seeking alliances was no more, in his stead stood that mind of brilliance when pushed to the verge, “you’re not smart, suhwa, if you believe those fairy tales of honor in a war.”
