He does know who it is – the beautiful woman who sits across the way, shining bright to him in the night despite the countless other presences that drift around them, obscuring their sights of each other but never dimming her light. Can he really be blamed, then, for constantly glancing her way, enraptured by her gazes? But, he’s like a snail in the rain; the heavy droplets of other royalty makes him shrink back, and dare not approach. He is afraid, but is it rational or irrational?
His mind doesn’t know anymore.
“My presence does not cause her disappointment; that I do know. However, it is not in her eyes solely that the embarrassment will stem from. Her brothers are healthy; the Supreme Commander is by her side, as well the Crown Prince.” His head lowers, a soft but pitying smile curling his lips; a rare crumbling of esteem. “Will I not be gazed with sympathy like a maimed dog? My frail pallor is of no secret. I do not wish to harm her nobiity today with gazes of judgment due to association.”
XX. ━━ yonghan isn’t sure how to feel when it comes to hyukun’s response. on the one hand, he can understand the worries that he feels - after all, with an illness like his best friend’s, he can assume that it’s hard to feel the slightest bit compatible in comparison to more capable men. but on the other hand, yonghan doesn’t understand why he cares. the annoyance only makes him throw back the last of his wine, shrugging his shoulders and falling back to his side, propped up by an arm. hyukun is worrying for no reason. his ladylove wants him and not her brothers.
“ you said it yourself, hyukun.” his eyes flick up from his position on the wooden floor to gaze at the young lord, posture lazy but his expression sharp as always. “ you do not cause her disappointment, so what matter does it carry that her brothers surround her? that didn’t stop you from taking her to my estate more than once.” he snorts, pulling his gaze from hyukun and instead drawing it to the princess they speak of, tilting his head just slightly. “ you sound pitiful. this isn’t the jung lord that i know.”
this was the last thing the commander wanted : for somebody to get injured under his supervision. especially during an event as trivial sounding as a boar hunt. these animals could be vicious, of course, but he never thought a man of yonghan’s stature could find himself in real danger that day. san didn’t waste any second after a very breathless and worried hyukun briefed him on the situation. he made sure someone of experience took over the lead during his absence, unsure if he would need to be of assistance to yonghan. if the lord had to be transported back to camp it could seriously hinder their chances of winning, however the participants’ safety was more important than his desire to defeat his younger brother.
with very limited indications of the man’s current location, san left his steed to go on foot instead, scanning his surroundings in visible hurry. seconds later, he found him collapsed on the ground next to a dead boar. it seemed as if the animal had dealt some damage before taking his last breath. that yonghan was still able to joke in such a state was reassuring. his life wasn’t in danger but he would definitely need medical attention. “i see that you did,” the prince approved with a slight nod of the head. he did not find the situation very laughable so unlike the other male, he did not crack a smile. “some would argue that fighting a boar and ending its life is not boring at all. but suit yourself, lord ahn.” his royal status had been put aside, and the supreme commander took over instead, kneeling next to the man so he could get a better look at him. “you took quite the beating. do you think you can get up?”
XX. ━━ to say that he didn’t want to deal with the boar hunt in any capacity was the understatement of the day, and in doing so he’s somehow ended up on his back and winded. as if that wasn’t enough, the supreme commander himself had to come looking for him and the man couldn’t even take a joke. the boar hunt itself is a tedious way to prove yourself a man, and the reasoning behind hyukun’s desire to prove himself only makes him more annoyed. the fact that he was dragged into it as well because the sickly man was likely to get himself killed only further proved that this wasn’t the place for him. hyukun is a scholar. he doesn’t need to prove himself with a sword, just the pen. it seems yonghan is the only one who knows this, though.
yonghan clicks his tongue though, unsurprised that the humourless commander didn’t laugh at the joke that he’s made. “ you really don’t understand sarcasm, do you? i suppose it’s hard, considering you’re all brawn and i’m all wit. at least i did my part.” after feeling winded for so long, he looks over at the prince beside him and attempts to sit up - only to fall back with a hiss, grabbing at his side with a cough that brought with it blood. but instead of allowing the prince to worry, in a split second, yonghan grabbed onto his robes - improper, but when was he ever? “ listen to me. you cannot tell lord jung the situation.” he pauses, feeling his side and wincing - .. “ i think perhaps i’ve broken a rib.”
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@dalyonghan – ( feel free to use as starter, threading is welcome ! )
over the years, inha has perfected the art of turning his devious, up-to-no-good smile into a slightly more societally presentable (and coy) smirk. he smiles like he knows something that others don’t– and if it rubs some people the wrong way? truthfully– that’s all the better. inha loves to make people irate– and he is good at it.
but then there are situations like this, when even inha himself is taken off guard. but that smile is almost a reflex by now, and it stretches across his face even as surprise flickers across his features. he turns to face the nobleman fully, cat like eyes narrowed ever so slightly– corners of his lips upturned into a deceivingly gentle smile.
and he, too, of course notices how close they are standing, slightly away from the rest of the festivities ( not enough to cause any notice, of course. inha is not that daft– sometimes. ) and inha lets his hand just gently brush against the sleeve of the other man’s robes, voice casual as his eyes glance around the room– not looking at his companion.
“on the contrary, i don’t really see that at all. is it something that worries you?”
XX. ━━ there’s a glint in his smile when he takes in the presence of yi inha.
the prince is interesting in a way unlike many of the haughty princes that he’s had the ( displeasure ) of meeting before. his devil - may- care attitude may have at some point caught the eye of a fox like ahn yonghan, and it’s led to more than one meeting where they sweat together under the cover of the dark. still, he never thought that the prince would be this open about his interests, though yonghan can’t say that he’s bothered by it in the slightest.
in reality, he’s rather interested if he’s being honest. yonghan’s eyes drift down to inha’s hands, how they brush in a way that could be mistaken for an accident considering their closeness if he hadn’t known any better. the gentle smile on inha’s lips and the way that his eyes dart furtively away seem more like flirtation than what anyone else is meant to see it as. yonghan knows this is meant for his eyes only.
“ you know i would never worry about something like this.” yonghan says, the tone in his voice obviously bemused. “ isn’t it you that has more to lose than me, your highness? if not, i’d love to continue our conversation .. elsewhere.”
When I fed the pigs and two of them got to scrapping over an old soft onion, I thought: that’s love. Love is eating. Love is a snarling pig snout and long tusks. Love is the colour of blood. Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing.
^ aka, an accurate representation of yonghan for the past month or so
XX. ━━ LIFE ,
yonghan did not attend the red wedding due to an injury sustained during the in character boar hunt towards the end of december / beginning of january. he suffered from broken ribs, and a nasty cut from a tusk that will leave a scar on his hip, but after healing and bed rest, he’s ( mostly ) fine. his ribs are still a little sore, but he’s out of the critical stage of his injury so that’s a plus.
after hearing the events of the red wedding though, he’s a little angry he didn’t go to the celebration just to watch the destruction but also, because there are people that attended who he would have wanted to protect ( ie, hyukun )
for the entire month of january, he’s been feeling restless. anyone and everyone who knows him ( or knows of his .. reputation ) knows that yonghan doesn’t like staying in one place for too long, and he’s a very .. active .. man. sexually and physically -
the good thing that came out of his time spent on bedrest is that he painted a lot. it helped to at least stave off some of the boredom outside of the visits from his worried friends ... not that he has many of those.
more than likely had a visit from his father that only made him angry. probably involved a lot of pointed sighing and saying that his older brother wouldn’t have suffered an injury if he participated ......
XX. ━━ PSYCHE ,
incredibly frustrated because of his previous injury and his father, he’ll probably be a lot more temperamental than usual
100% will deny that he’s in any pain, but he will be. it’ll be hard to tell for people who don’t know him well, so outside of hyukun and perhaps deoksu, it’s very unlikely if not impossible that they’ll be able to tell
his outlook on life is a little bleaker because of the red wedding. he is, how u say, not even disappointed OR surprised at this point
felt nothing for the deaths of the high officials or the princess, but he can fake it until he makes it
all in all, apathetic about most things but mostly just feels angry and jaded. and horny sighs
XX. ━━ FUTURE PLANS ,
the red wedding is making him feel like he should kickstart his plan with hyukun to enter into the government. he’ll probably take a low level position in ANY of the ministries aside from the ministry of personnel unless hyukun asks it of him. he wants to be as far away from his father as possible, if possible.
definitely looking to get laid now that he’s up and about
may or may not start looking for a wife before his father has half a mind to fix him up with a princess ... can’t have THAT happen, can we -
XX. ━━ for as much as he knew his cousin, he did not know her husband very well. yonghan isn’t quite sure how they managed to end up on the same team, but perhaps it’s about time he at least managed to speak more than two words to the prince - that is, if the prince even wanted to speak to him. from what he’s managed to understand, his cousin’s husband is quite a bit of an enigma, quiet and distant ( and perhaps, even slightly awkward. ) he lets out a sigh, annoyed with even considering to spend time with such a man, but he’s family now.
for all that’s worth. yonghan snorts, knowing full well he wouldn’t care much if his family all but disappeared overnight but still. it’s at least good to put on airs. he clicks his tongue at his horse, urging him to trot next to the prince as he looks over. there aren’t any boars around ( yet ), so maybe it would at least make sense for him to be talking amongst the trees out of boredom. “ your highness.” he dips his head slightly. “ how’s my cousin faring these months?”
XX. ━━ the boar hunt has yet to begin, all the participants milling about with their wives or talking amongst each other before the king deems the timing ready for them to begin. yonghan too, is slipping his way through the crowd, listening in on slivers of conversation - this is the best way to gain something, after all. there’s always something to hear when your ear is at the door. he keeps an unassuming, cheerful look on his face as he travels through, only stopping when he notices someone standing alone.
if he’s not misinformed, he’s the son of one of their ming dignitaries, who are probably only here to keep an eye out on joseon goings on. it’s really none of yonghan’s business, and he finds he doesn’t much care anyway. ( joseon could burn and he’d still be standing in the ashes. ) “ a lovely morning, isn’t it?” he says cheerfully, feet coming to a stop before him. “ are boars the game of choice in ming, too? or do your men prefer another kind of hunt?”
XX. ━━ the fact that he managed to kill the boar before it killed him even almost surprised yonghan, but perhaps it’s just because he has much more of a desire to live. he wouldn’t let something like this kill him so easily. ( that, and he knew that hyukun would blame himself if it happened bleeding out here from a boar’s tusk. )
still, it doesn’t mean that the boar didn’t do a good deal of damage. in the time they chased each other in the woods after yonghan finally managed to scare off hyukun to go running for their leader while simultaneously being the bait for the boar, he’d managed to feel the full weight of the rushing animal as it attempted to get away. he could feel sticky blood seeping through his robes, and a bruise that made him feel winded but yonghan is nothing but a determined man.
he shot it through the eye before collapsing next to it from the pain.
by the time that anyone arrives, he’s breathing heavy and staring at the sky that spins above him. his head turns at the sound of hooves, and figures that hyukun finally managed to find the commander. this wasn’t the way he wanted to appear in front of a man of such high influence; weak and lying on the ground, but for the moment yonghan didn’t have a choice. ( he still grits his teeth. )
“ i brought one down.” he manages to joke weakly, a short laugh sounding raspy. “ still think we should have stayed home today, though. what a boring day.”
XX. ━━ this hunt was the last thing he had in mind when yonghan considered something fun. if he was honest, he would have much rather let myunghan take the glory while he basked in the early dying light of a winter’s day back at his own estate by a fire, perhaps creating a fire of his own. but as fate would have it, instead he’s in his hunting attire, out amongst the brush and the newly fallen snow. the world smells too clean to him like this. it almost burns his insides from the purity of it.
his reason for even being here is jung hyukun. as many would have guessed; it’s hard to find one of the men without the other if the sickly young lord manages to leave the jung estate. this, though, is a bad idea. hyukun can’t handle the exertion of a game like this. ( still, he remembers the determination in his eyes when he said he has to try. yonghan will one day kill the old jung lord for making his son like this. )
it’s almost midday now, the hunt already gone for at least an hour and a half. they’re supposed to regroup, and yonghan is ticking off the familiar faces as they each check in with their leader - all except, hyukun. the irritation is settling in, the discomfort and the unease. yonghan’s expression is turning darker, colder, and he doesn’t say anything when he leaves the camp. instead, his feet take him back into the woods to hunt - not for a boar, but for jung hyukun.
XX. ━━ perhaps there is no one in the world who understands him quite like jung hyukun. yonghan has stopped wondering at the reasoning a long time ago, be it that they’ve been best friends since before he became the fox with bloodied teeth or that he has an ever -developing kind of fondness for the man. and there are so many reasons to be fond of jung hyukun that the man himself isn’t even aware of. that’s why yonghan has decided he’d do just about anything for him.
they’re sitting together in his estate, the room slowly darkening with the coming of the night. soon, the moon will rise and he’ll have to light his candles, but not quite yet. for now, they enjoy the twilight and a drink together, yonghan’s eyes studying hyukun from over his cup of wine. there are many things that they speak of when they’re alone in his quarters, but this is a conversation that would likely be misunderstood if heard by the wrong ears.
it’s a good thing that yonghan somehow instills fear in most of the people that surround him. they know better than to put ears to his walls.
“ tell me, friend -” he begins to broach the subject, one he very well knows the answer to but he needs to hear it from hyukun’s own mouth so he can offer the things he wants to. otherwise, it will continue to fester and irritate him until he wants to rip at the hangings on his walls. “ why is it that you haven’t brought up the subject of marriage to your parents yet? i’m sure her highness is waiting for you and i wouldn’t think you had it in you to hesitate when it comes to your ladylove.” another sip of his wine, then another glass. this one, he downs completely.
talking about the princess with hyukun always makes him want to drink more.
His gaze flutters as he mentally shakes himself out of his reverie, a voice breaking the serene but ever-longing state of mind. Soft doe-like eyes draw themselves over to the man seated next to him, the source of the voice; they focus and the young Ahn lord sharpens into view.
“She’s waiting for you.”
“Who is?” he replies, almost daftly. He can tend to have his moments, when his intelligence dwindles and unintelligent utterances spill forth from plump lips. He speaks these words, but both men know all-too-well which ‘she’ Yonghan is referring to. Jung Hyukun’s eyes haveonly been drawn to her three or four times in this night already.
As if to correct his previous words, he clears his throat slightly, lifting his cup of water to his lips to take a sip. He is abstaining from any alcohol consumption tonight; his body has not been kind to him the past couple of days and it is reflected in his slightly more sallow complexion than usual. Despite being well enough to venture outside of his estate again, his eyes showcase a tiredness in their depths. “Will it not be conspicuous for me to approach her here? Many of her brothers, not to mention His Highness the King and Her Highness the Queen, are present and nearby.
I … will simply be a disappointing sight in their midsts, in my current state. It would not be kind of me to procure embarrassment for her, with so many hawk gazes as witness.”
( @dalhyukun )
XX. ━━ yonghan looks vaguely unimpressed.
though hyukun is often plagued by his daydreaming and his reveries, but in this instance, it isn’t a lack of momentary unintelligence - it’s simply a game of pretend. it’s one that yonghan doesn’t have the time for, especially with how often he’s met the gaze of the princess who clearly wants at least a moment of his attention. “ you know exactly who is.” on his lips sits a cutting smile, one that would bite hyukun unkindly but still glitters with a shining beauty in the night.
he allows a sigh, taking a sip of his own liquor and turning his head from hyukun as he does so. how many times will hyukun avoid his questions when it comes to his pretty, perfect princess? and how many times can he utter warnings about their surroundings only to turn his head and catch him staring at the same girl like a drooling mutt waiting for a piece of meat? “ you might as well go get what you want. it’s not as if you don’t draw attention to yourself whilst staring.” his eyes drag over to the princess’, surrounded by her brothers which isn’t really a surprise. he’s heard just how much she’s beloved by her family.
must be nice.
“ you must not know her at all.” he finally hums, downing his cup and not quite looking at him. “ to think you’d really believe you’d cause her disappointment. i’ve seen the way she looks at you when you bring her over, lord jung. those are not the eyes of someone who holds any hint of embarrassment of who you are.”
“oh really?” that made her a little curious. because she didn’t expect a lot of people to even give much thought. “but you know, even if didn’t want to be here. i have to be. we all have to really.” and maybe she was in more of a tight spot than the others. she had been connected to the family and it would be a large slight if she didn’t show her face. she had to be here.
( @daleunkyo )
XX. ━━ the surprise that colours his cousin’s eyes is enough to make yonghan laugh - he hadn’t expected to see her if only because he himself was loathe to come. but considering hyukun’s presence and his father’s vehement assertions, somehow he’s ended up in the very place celebrating the very thing he couldn’t really care less about. “ perhaps you’re right on that, cousin.” he supplies cheerfully, although that same level of cheer clearly doesn’t meet his eyes. he takes a large bite out of an apple that was offered to him not long ago, keeping his gaze on her. “ it’s just been awhile since we last met.”
… ━━━ QUEEN MUNJEONG’S BIRTHDAY SENTENCE PROMPTS ━━━ …
remember your rp karma: send as many as you receive! 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 december 7th. have fun!
“ this night turned out to be a disappointment.”
“ he / she’s waiting for you.”
“ you wouldn’t dare.”
“ did you hear what they’re saying about you?”
“ this calls for a drink.”
“ i don’t recognize anyone here.”
“ i didn’t expect to see you here.”
“ aren’t these decorations a little much?”
“ was it something i said?”
“ i can’t see in this light.”
“ you look positively lost.”
“ i’ll find it empty and cold if you’re not there.”
“ i had no idea it was going to lead to this.”
“ were you following me?”
“ a little out of place, are we?”
“ your hands are freezing!”
“ why am i here? you know i hate these things.”
“ look at you - trying so hard to be all grown up.”
“ your smile looks a little forced.”
“ they’re continuing to evade you, aren’t they?”
“ i almost thought he’d ask for her hand in marriage.”
“ that’s one of the worst things i’ve ever seen.”
“ avert your eyes.”
“ a flower is only as good as its petals.”
“ how dare you bring any sort of ugliness or speculation to a beautiful moment?”
“ this night will be unforgettable.”
“ and what would you do with my name?”
“ it’s a small target, but aim for his / her heart.”
“ you see how dangerous this is?”
“ i’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”
; and hello again! admin wol here with their second ( and by far, infinitely more misbehaved ) child AHN YONGHAN. i also had him in the first run of haedal, just in case you recognize him!! the same thing goes for yonghan as it does for seul; you can contact me by any means listed on seul’s intro ( twitter or discord ) and feel free to LIKE THIS POST if you’re interested in plotting with this bad boy! some info on him under the cut, just for ease of plotting!
ugh ... where do i begin with this fcker
meet ahn yonghan, youngest son of minister ahn and probably what you’d consider a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
a boy with the second son syndrome and also an older brother complex. yeesh
in terms of personality, he’s pretty twisted. might even be considered a sociopath in modern terms, who knows
rather dashing, extremely charming, but wouldn’t hesitate to stick a knife in your gut or something if you’ve given him cause to. no, i’m not joking
prone to apathy, and doesn’t connect to things very easily. but when he does connect with them, expect a bit of obsession - hence his relationships with his brother and his best friend, hyukun
extremely smart. i mean, extremely smart, to the point that people cluck their tongues and whisper about how he’s wasting his talents. he graduated sungkyunkwan super early, not because he hated school but because he wanted to impress his father for once and catch up to his older brother’s back who seemed so far away
fact of the matter is, nothing he did was noticeable and it really disappointed him. all he ever got to see was his father spewing insults and then cooing over his older brother at parties and things so it got to be pretty damaging for his psyche
moved out into his own estate and just lazes now. blows his father’s money on gisaengs, liquor, and paint / ink supplies
his mind is still unnaturally sharp, but he doesn’t put it to good use. chances are he’s probably thinking of seven evil ( or sometimes good ) plots a day, but is too lazy or doesn’t care to do anything
he’s pretty ambitious but doesn’t have the motivation to put it to good use right now? so that’s going to come about in the rp, stay tuned -
chances are, he’s only feigning ignorance
has a tendency to sleep around, with both men and women. there are rumours that he’s fathered at least one bastard son, but they aren’t true i promise -
will also paint u like one of his french girls ... aka, naked - he’s actually fairly good at lewd portraits > n >
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