白虎

"the sword is an answer to life's questions." general seo dongho.

[lgcisa]

second meetings / dongho & eunkyo

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daleunkyo‌:

she wondered if it would even be safe to leave the house after what happened. it felt like the kingdom was on edge. ( or maybe it was just her. ) but she couldn’t help but worry who would be targeted next. someone wanted to make a point, someone wanted to make a scene. even if she wanted to be carefree, she couldn’t.

she couldn’t for three days at least.

it was at that point that eunkyo felt herself going crazy. she had to leave. it took no time to gather her girls - older ones this time - and a few guards to keep watch over them. finally, she could have her outing. and so far it had been a simple one. she didn’t want to shop much, it was nice to just breathe fresh air. she could possibly visit her father, but she knew he would tell her to return to her husband. so maybe she wouldn’t but it was still an idea. and she couldn’t help but be lost in her thoughts, it was the reason as to why she lightly bumped into someone.

“i’m sorry, sir.” the words came out of her mouth before she even had to chance to look at the other’s face. but when she did, a smile worked it’s way onto her face. “ah, it’s good to see you again sir.”

nothing was quite the same after the wedding. as much as dongho has immersed himself in the scope of his work as a needed distraction, the many questions still flooded his mind. the attack felt like an obvious provocation, and even though he knew that things around certain borders had always been on heavy patrol, he wasn’t expecting the palace to be one of the places to be breached. 

then again, it was the perfect timing. 

( it brought on pain for too many innocent people; then again in the art of war, there was no room to be conscious of anyone. )

the bump along the corner had him stopped in his tracks. lips parted to say something, he widened his eyes in surprise at the familiar face. he’s seen him before around these corners, far away from the palace before; but this wasn’t the meeting that surprised him. after all, seeing her at the wedding with her company was a far bigger surprise. 

he bowed immediately, torso tilting slightly as he gave a firm nod “greetings, lady ahn.” eyes casting to her entourage, the general gave another brief nod again in acknowledgement. “it has been a while. please, send my greetings to his highness as well.” he paused, lips pursed slightly and then spoke up, “i also apologize for my rudeness, when i last ran into you at the markets. i wasn’t aware of your identity.” 

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mun; starter call

// hey guys ;; so i haven’t been here in a while and i feel really out of touch with things. i do really need new plots and threads, so if you reply to this with a random word/phrase i’d whip up a starter!

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ one of these days ➝

@dalhyukun

“One of these days …”

The sentiment coaxed out a soft smile, his ears colouring a soft pink blush as he looked down. Thoughts of a future of the one who had captured his heart over the past few years always caused the beating devil to skip a step, as if eager to finally be with the one it longed for. And longed for her, he did … Every part of him yearned for her touch, and his mind pined for the intelligence that lurked behind eloquent words.

“It will be all of our turns one of these days, will it not, Young Lord Seo?” Hyukun replied, gaze rising to meet his with a friendy manner. “That is what is expected of us …” He paused for a moment, before venturing forward in the conversation.

“Does the Young Lord Seo have a young maiden who has caught his eye? I heard word of your prowess during the recent hunt. Did your feats not perhaps win the hearts of a few who may wish to have your hand?”

he blinked, thick brows arched as he gave an almost confused look, before he laughed, head shaking. of course, he would love to have a family of his own some day. a beautiful woman for his wife, and healthy children. but that day was still miles ahead - in fact, he would believe this his twin sister would wed before him. 

“ i look forward to that very day, lord jung! but alas, i doubt it would arrive any time sooner. not likely sooner than yours, ” dongho chuckled, arms folding. it was expected of them, eventually; the young general knew that one day, his family would find a suitable candidate for him. hopefully, a kind maiden that is not easily intimidated by him. 

another shake of his head, he shrugged, “oh, no. i don’t.” the topic of the recent hunt did manage to put a wide smile on his face; it was something that he was proud of, even though it wasn’t completely an ‘achievement’, per say. “i wished it was that easy to win someone’s hearts over! but i never had such luck. how about you, if i dare ask. any fair maiden that you have your eyes on?”

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ the showdown ➝

[dalxdongho-blog]

hwandal‌:

blood rushes quickly. it pumps throughout his limbs and he can feel it running through his veins. he runs towards the wild beast as if his life depends on it. no one would believe hwan’s initial response to the hunt – indifferent and placid – as genuine.

well, not in this state.

not when he’s kicking at the sides of his horse to go faster, faster, faster until he finally decides to take the matter into his own hands. he drops himself off of his horse as gently as he can manage ( there’s a few crunches and a rustle when he comes down. he’s not a japanese shinobi, so he can’t expect himself to be completely inconspicuous and injure-free. )

his steps are light and quick, frantic to claim the boar for his team. he does not notice the young man on the other side of him, nor does he recognize his face; blood has rushed far too quickly that it blinds him. is he a friend, or a foe? hwan doesn’t know but he does know is that this man has his eyes on what is essentially his and he has drawn his bow.

he scoffs.

he motions he head to the wild boar, the ferocious beast, the prize. “hey,” his voice is unrecognizably guttural, almost like the hwan people have familiarized themselves with has blown away like the howling winds.

“if you want this, come down and fight for it.”

his stead runs with the wind and with the horse near him, racing through the woods without a second glance behind. dongho matched pace, hands gripping  firmly onto the lead rope as he followed the momentum. while he may have spent most of his time battling on the coastline and even on the decks at sea, horse-riding came with practiced ease.

the horse trampled around as they slowed, and the male soothed the mane of his ride, a sign of compliment in which the animal knew very well. a soft neigh, and it fell silent, steady, ready. dongho watched as the other got off his stead, the boar cornered and huffing within a close enough radius. one of his hand reached for the bow strapped onto him, but his brows arched, partly in question and a little bit of amusement. 

nothing’s good from fending a cornered animal at close range, and the person must be either deranged, or deranged. dongho blinked, pursed lips and jaw clenched as the other addressed him with a casual, but beast-like grunt. he wasn’t intimidated, no; he’s seen far worse in the flames and weight of the sword when sparring his own father. if he’d like, he’d just shoot an arrow, call it a checkmate at this close range. 

but dongho never stray away from a challenge, ever. same team or not.

with a swift motion, he landed onto the ground, sturdy but padding the weight of his jump all the same. fingers reached for the long dagger instead, he circled the animal, keeping both the boar and the male in sight. tongue licked his chapped lips. 

two can play a game.

“ i’m only interested in the boar today, ” he declared, grinning, “ if you get in the way, though, i’d make sure to bring your body back to camp. ” the joke’s a little morbid, bad in nature, but he doubt the person would get offended. they seemed more insane than that.

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@dalsooah​

Seollal was here again, and though it was mostly a happy time for Sooah since she got to spend time with her family and friends, the woman joyful look became a dark look in her eyes as she heard such words, during the recent events the country lost important people such as the princess and some head of the families but that wasn’t that had the girl looking so grim at such words but the fact that she had lost her beloved uncle during those times too.

Composing herself the woman looked at Dongho and with a small smile she spoke such words that were trully in her heart “I hope so too.” She didn’t want to feel such sadness and rage again. “Let’s pray this year will be gentler on all us...”

when you are born into the military life, hearing stories from the battlefield growing up to stepping on one yourself, death becomes almost a normal occurrence. but some loss made far more impact than the rest based on a personal basis; and this seollal seemed more cold, quiet than before. the country mourned the passing of a royalty and loyal servants of the court, and he too, send his wishes to those family whose had it harder than the rest.

the furrow of his brows eased up slightly at the woman’s words, nodding. dongho was a man of few words, and even fewer around ladies, it seemed. eyes staring out to the quiet buzzing of the celebrations, he folded his arms, a standard pose when he’s at ease, albeit looking more imposing than before. “ hopefully, ” he started, voicing his agreement, but he knew it wasn’t as easy. 

it happened once, it would happen again. but that thought was swallowed, kept within him. “ has your family been well, lady sooah? i hope they get to enjoy a little break this season, as well. ” 

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“ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?”

inbox ( closed ) // prompts

was there? dongho shrugged; if hui was here, he’d probably indulge in all the romance from some of the weird collection of books he owned, but to him, perhaps not. he himself haven’t felt much about those ‘heart flutters’; heart beats, and that’s that. and they bleed, too, but talking about plunging swords to this young lady probably isn’t the best idea, at a wedding no less.

“maybe,” he ended up declaring. she seemed young, and dongho did not want to burst the sort of dreamy bubbles she had about such things, just in case. let a child dream, yes? “eventually, we would all have our own weddings,” he continued. it wasn’t a lie; marriage was only expected for people like them, the wealthy, the prestige, the ones weilding some kind of power seated within this very hall. 

to be fair, dongho sort of looked forward to that. he always cherished and admired his family, he assumed it would be great to have one of his own. he looked at the girl again, nodding once. “how about you, young lady….?” he tilted his head, arching one brow, as if waiting for her to introduce herself.

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“ i heard the princess opposed .. the poor groom.”

inbox ( closed ) // prompts

of all things to hear, this was the last thing he’d expect to come from jinha himself. lips pursed together - he’s been doing it way more often at this very banquet than he expected himself to be - and shook his head. that’s what many people have been saying throughout the night, and truth be told, if dongho had his way, he would not be hearing any of it. 

“that ‘poor groom’ is your brother, lord jinha. i’m sure his charms would win her over, if he hadn’t already,” he started, pouring them both a full bowl of wine. if there’s anything that could help him get away with gossip, it was drinking. he’s not as smart as others, nor witty enough to change the tide of the topic, anyway. raising his bowl in a toast as he gestured to the other, dongho gave a firm nod. “a toast! to eternal happiness for lord jinil.”

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“ he deserved better than this.”

inbox ( closed ) // prompts

he blinked, setting down the bowl of drink as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. brows furrowed together in obvious displeasure. he’s heard things, and no matter how much he’s not into the gossip whispers making its round around the banquet, he couldn’t fully ignore the kind of unsightly words tossed all around. to him, his friend’s happiness takes priority - and if jinil is fond of her, than that’s all that mattered.

who else had the rights to judge their wedding? at the wedding itself, too! 

“and how so?” he asked, voice gruff as he pursed his lips, spoken like issuing a challenge. dongho thinks he recognized her -  a daughter of one of the (deputy) ministers at the office. certainly, being away from the city center has made his memories a little fuzzy; but he could still piece together certain features with their designations, even if he doesn’t know much about them.

“lord jinil is a fine man, and i’m sure no more need to be said of the princess herself.”

[dalxdongho-blog]

“ i feel like a child in clothes far too big for me.”

inbox ( closed ) // prompts

dongho turned towards the young lady, putting on his best smile ( best, as in non-menacing grin, which apparently he owned ). he recognized her, having seen her with her family at similar events - the daughter of chief state councillor kim. even if dongho was never one to preoccupy himself with the art of politics as a military personnel, he always remembered what his father had said.

always keep an eye out on the state of affairs, including committing the names of every family to memory.

he doesn’t know her age regardless, but easily guessed that she was younger. doesn’t matter - in the courts, only formality goes, and he would address her all the same. “ lady kim, ” he greeted with a firm dip of his head. if it was a male, he would have offered them a drink, but such seemed too unruly for the ways of a lady. instead he tried to focus in between that very light buzz of his mind from all the alcohol, and asked in return, “not used to events like this?”

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ red on monochrome ➝

trigger warning: mentions of death, blood

it was never supposed to be like this.

weddings are supposed to be celebratory - never mind the few nuances here and there, the occasional grumbles lurking in the background; loud chatter and wine and laughter made up for all of the moments of displeasure, and dongho too had his filled of drinks throughout the night. it was one of his best friend’s big moment. this was a celebration of a new chapter, a new beginning.

it should never be like this.

it didn’t take long for panic to trickle down, first from the royal’s table, slipping through the air like an epidemic; there’s shout, then screaming, then people started to move, hustling forth and back. it’s a scene that reminded him of a battlefield, none of it suitable for a royal reception. and it’s the wail that broke him out of his reverie, the burning alcohol buzz clearing in an instant as his fight or flight senses kicked in. 

dongho rose to his feet, peering towards the direction of the loudest cries, before he shot a quick look to his sister, his mother. there’s bewilderment reflected in the eyes but they were bright, alive. safe. 

his father moved first, the section head general kicking into action. no words needed to be exchanged, and dongho followed suit. he sees the laying bodies, the crying men and women crowded around them. he sees the red, glaringly so, a sickening deep maroon. he recognize that, smelled the faintest rust of blood lingering at the close proximity. and he sees the groom, holding onto her, and he froze for a second. 

there’s no words he could say. dongho couldn’t move forward, to put his hand on his shoulder, to make sure that he’s alright; a man who has seen some of the worse deaths on the planks of the ships and blue waters stained with clouds of red, a man who has dedicated his entire life in training to protect those who sat on the throne and their beloved, dongho’s helpless to his friend’s cries. 

but there’s something else he could do. 

he turns away - he’s a man of the military, and he has a duty to protect whoever - whatever - is left. the pain he felt for his friend turns into seething anger, a fuel to push him forward.

he needs to get to the end of this, no matter what it takes.

[fy-nuest]

© Golden days | do not edit.

[dalxdongho-blog]

“ will she come to love him, do you think?”

inbox ( opened ) // prompts

he arched a brow, turning to look at the lady beside her. he recognized her easily - the daughter of vice supreme commander, a military his family has known for a while. how close their fathers worked together was a mystery of its own, but it hardly mattered to dongho. their generations was their memory, and the next generation would make their own history.

“ what do you mean, lady sunjung? ” his words were straight to the point, not beautifully articulated even if he tried a formal tone. it would be different if it’s his sister answering the question, or if it’s hui, or anyone else, really. but what she suggested invoked a bit of defensiveness, and pride. certainly, the princess was to be a respected figure, but he knew jinil. brows furrowed before he shook his head, cleared his mind.

“ of course! ” he added, “ lord jinil has always been a very amiable person! i’m sure the princess would come to like him very quickly.”

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“ i want to choose you.”

inbox ( opened ) // prompts

even after the hunt, to cross paths again with the crowned prince himself once more brought some form of awe in dongho’s eyes. it’s rare to meet the royal family themselves, least to even speak with them until these celebratory events. and with his post out of the city for months, such events was considered a rarity. and one that he was learning to get used to - and enjoy, while at it.

speaking of which, he supposed it meant that the odds of him visiting jinil would have lessened considering his title now. that little thought brought a small wry smile to his face; but he liked to believe that at least, his friend could find a different sort of happiness. one that he himself might not fully understand anytime soon.

“ your royal highness! ” dongho greets with a firm bow, smile widening. he’s had a bit to drink so far, enough for him to lighten up, to set aside his sword for just a moment’s of peace and chattering. he doesn’t quite understand the meaning of his words, but it doesn’t sound bad. “ i’d be honored to be chosen, ” he followed up easily, mannerisms instilled within him kicking into gears before he paused.

it doesn’t sound bad, but making a blind statement wasn’t something his rational mind encouraged.

“ ...perhaps, you mean, a hunt? ” 

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“ i think i’ve had enough to drink.”

inbox ( opened ) // prompts

dongho nodded, but raised his wine at the other one more time. his skin was slightly flushed, but he wasn’t drunk quite yet - being in the military helped him trained his alcohol tolerance, and while he hadn’t drank that much since being a general with a small squadron himself, this was a special occasion. a good friend from his childhood is now starting a new chapter in his life. it’s a shame they can’t run along the fields as they used to, but a change in fate isn’t necessarily bad.

“ not much of a drinker? ” he asked, crossing his legs on the cushion as he set the bowl down on the table, wide grin appearing on his face. alcohol eased the furrows of his brows, made him less intimidating, if it made sense. doesn’t make him all that approachable regardless, but at least he’s less bound to make children cry when he’s got a silly smile etched onto his features.

dabbing the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, he continued, “ i don’t recall drinking this much since i graduated from the academy. special occasions call for a little treat, don’t you think, lord hyukun? ”

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                                 ・    ・                                                             ・    ・ THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTS  for our first royal wedding event! remember your rp karma: try to send as many out as you receive. if necessary, make sure to change pronouns to fit the muse in mind.  these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - it’s up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on january 15th.  have fun!

“ i wish i knew you earlier.” “ i heard the princess opposed .. the poor groom.” “ i would look a little happier if i were you.” “ i think i’ll need more wine to get through this.” “ love isn’t all too important, not to us.” “ just the two of us at sunset.” “ will she come to love him, do you think?” “ he deserved better than this.” “ i want to choose you.” “ it looks like you’ve had enough to drink.” “ i need to be somewhere else.” “ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?” “ that’s not the way a marriage works.” “ i was so enjoying the silence.” “ she doesn’t look ready for the marriage bed.” “ you look beautiful.” “ your smile looks a little forced.” “ they don’t look very good together, do they?” “ i feel like a child in clothes far too big for me.” “ well? how do i look?” “ one of these days, it’ll be your turn.” “ i wish he would ask for my hand already.” “ would you like to sit with me?” “ no .. i don’t need more time.” “ i have something i’d like to get off my chest.”

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ fresh tracks ➝

[dalxdongho-blog]

daljinil‌:

the thought of the hunt loomed over him like a cloud until the day that it came.  

it wasn’t that he expected anything less of a show of good sportsmanship, rivalry, or anything like that - it was more dread because jinil didn’t know exactly what would happen that day.  he could barely stand to walk for more than a few hours; he could only imagine what a whole day’s riding in the woods chasing after boars would do to the pain in his leg that aches him even when he lays resting.  but jinil is a soldier before anything else: he carries on.

at the moment, he finds himself riding with dongho - it seems that people haven’t thought to leave him alone since the beginning of the hunt.  quietly, he wonders if this is jin’s doing, secretly pulling strings behind the scenes to make sure that he would be able to survive the long day without much of a hassle.  it seems like something the man would do, especially when they’ve been friends since their days at school together.

jinil licks his bottom lip and it tastes of the cold. 

he’s pulled from his thoughts and only looks at dongho when he realizes he’s spoken a moment later.  “ oh - .. i think so.” the words sound uncertain, but the smile that he gives dongho is one that’s telling him not to worry.  “ judging by the depth of the tracks, it looks like it was just ambling perhaps .. we should have time to catch up.”

he may have noticed the uncertainty, but it’s in his smile that dongho took to mind, nodding in return. he was never one to really dwell on emotions, nor was he that sensitive to them. he’s not hui, who would likely poured his concerns over jinil right now, like a ( forceful ) blanket, a little overbearing at first glance but undoubtedly warm. it came to him naturally to care, and that was something dongho was totally, utterly awful at.

so instead, he focused on the task at hand.

wisp of white formed in the air as he exhaled, and then dongho took a second look at the tracks. he was never that detailed, but he trusted jinil’s perception that he didn’t need a third glance. the tracks lead into a little uphill path, and he tugged on his mount to guide it along. “ seems like it. we can take it slow, no point alerting the boar to our presence, right? ” he gave a grin, one hand placed along the limb of his bow, near the grip.

“ ...do you hear something? ”

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ the showdown ➝

@hwandal​

he was following the whispers of the wind when he bumped into the other, both hot on the tails of the dashing boar, leaving a series of broken twigs and messy hoof prints in its wake. there was little time for greetings as they made haste first, as if engaged in a competition ( though technically, they are ), rushing after their common prey.

it didn’t take long to reach the howling animal, still fresh without any signs of wear nor tear on it’s hide. dongho slowed his horse down in a bid to circle the boar. it may be a bit of a risky move, and cornered animals weren’t the most docile ones either. but it didn’t seem like it was about to dive into a mad thrash. and with one more person around, dongho thought it’s a good enough odds to do so.

eyes roamed to the other male for a moment before he glanced back at the boar - always keep your eyes to the prize - and dongho lowered his bow, waiting for the other to make a move first. after all, they were both fighting on the same side. 

( surely, that guy knew that too, right? )