βi would look a little happier if i were you.β
a prompt reply for the first royal wedding,with @dalyejun.
in the statistics that fluctuate in a volatile fashion, the likeliness of someone speaking to him in each given seconds of such occasions is indubitably unquestionable. one would surmise that after all these moments cocooned in the similar crowd, heβs blossomed to become one of them. and heβs contributed in rendering it believable at the very least, with his amicable faΓ§ades. an ever-stagnant smiles that place an emphasis on the culture of the affluent. he does his tasks well, for now, and thatβs all that matters. again, flashes a polite quirk on the corners of his lips, donning it well.
he believes so, at least, until someone points out that he shouldβve looked happier. his mask is far from impenetrable. and this, fatigue hanging in swings around his sinews. heβs by no means close to perfection, even when he can hold a decent act. at the comment, he pretends that heβs not been caught redhanded.Β β i believe i am just fatigued is all, β he says.Β β i am truly delighted for the ceremony. β
a prompt reply for the first royal wedding,with @dalxmishil.
some would speak of events like this with high praises, commonly referring to such good occasions as blessings from the sky. itβs not anything new: there have been far, far too many weddings that heβs attended in his life before, and it feels that the next one turns out impeccably tedious compared to the previous one, rendering the humdrum unbearable. still, feigns convincing smiles. rinse, lather, repeat.
heβs an exoskeleton of a flatlined mind, and this is the moment when thereβs nothing that can save him from the smoked thoughts, wafting and wilting to the point of no return. heβs lost in his own ennui that he doesnβt notice someone tried talking to him until a second too late. thereβs that pause between her question and his answer,Β β ah. β he starts, almost numbly. the inquiry takes him aback β he isnβt typically asked such questions by an almost stranger, and with the familiarity in her tone itβs possible that sheβs mistaken him for someone else.Β β i believe you look magnificent tonight. β
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THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTSΒ 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. Β these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - itβs up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on january 15th. Β have fun!
β i wish i knew you earlier.β
β i heard the princess opposed .. the poor groom.β
β i would look a little happier if i were you.β
β i think iβll need more wine to get through this.β
β love isnβt all too important, not to us.β
β just the two of us at sunset.β
β will she come to love him, do you think?β
β he deserved better than this.β
β i want to choose you.β
β it looks like youβve had enough to drink.β
β i need to be somewhere else.β
β donβt you believe thereβs someone for everyone?β
β thatβs not the way a marriage works.β
β i was so enjoying the silence.β
β she doesnβt look ready for the marriage bed.β
β you look beautiful.β
β your smile looks a little forced.β
β they donβt look very good together, do they?β
β i feel like a child in clothes far too big for me.β
β well? how do i look?β
β one of these days, itβll be your turn.β
β i wish he would ask for my hand already.β
β would you like to sit with me?β
β no .. i donβt need more time.β
β i have something iβd like to get off my chest.β
sinks himself into the threnody that lasts too long; this world is a cocoon spilling with suffering, although he knows that his brand of pain is naught compared to the commoners filed at the bottom of the caste. nevertheless, in a kingdom where he perches inexorably high in terms of the strata, there are still woes that wither in the background. subtle enough to go unseen underneath all the hustle and bustle of the palaceβs celebrations; as long as he can meander his way through the crowd well, putting on a pleased countenance, heβs good to go.
except that the act eventually wears down on him, his mental energy depleted after the long nights of celebrations. it feels like eternity until he finally has time to rest his mind, the after hour reprieve doesnβt last as long as heβd like it to be, but it will have to do. he doesnβt sleep, believing that the solace of being alone is the only rewards he can truly gift himself. when heβs about to walk past seulβs chamber, however, the silhouette tells him that sheβs not yet asleep, this late. he asks for one of the maidens to summon his sister to an empty chamber. sits inside, and waits for her. itβs been a while since their last proper conversation.
starter call for queen munjeongβs birthday event,
with @dalwooseong.
the entirety of his being crawls with several probabilities that come with the responsibilities of upholding the name of the royal family, the house of yi. he detests it, being a body of contained attention; it feels as if he was nothing but the bullβs eye to everyoneβs pair of eyes. a slip up might result in a gaffe larger than everyone else in the atrium, its cocoon debilitating for a man ranked so high in the status. but alas, itβs a performance that doesnβt desist even after long past the sundown. not in this kind of occasion. a break is not well-deserved, if thereβs such a thing. and for such, heβs resisting the ache in his sinews from all the tension, tedium.
heβs expected to mingle for the entire evening, itβs a given. thatβs what he does, relentlessly, giving his best responses to everyone whoβs so eager to bow towards him, sending their regards to his mother β who expectedly is occupied with the sets of guests on her own as well. he keeps an eye on her, regardless, knowing that even with the height of security at its peak, they cannot let their guards down. there is inevitable danger that comes to being the family of the descendants to the throne, and so, heβs alert at all times.
however, the task doesnβt happen to stop there either. heβs required to at least recall faces, better if he can do so with names. showing respect in its whole shape and form. so, when he approaches the man thatβs seemingly eager to converse ( unlike hahn, heβs known that this particular man is always keen on talking ), he gives the lord a nod.Β β lord bae, β he speaks calmly, greeting the other person with trained ease.Β β fancy seeing you here. i see that you are busy. i hope you donβt mind my taking your time for a small conversation.Β β
starter call for queen munjeongβs birthday event,
withΒ @haexsan.
itβs not like heβs not bruised blue from the beating nightmares that still throb beneath, rippling in the capillaries of his bloodstream like another childhood poltergeist that simply wouldnβt leave him alone. that, in addition to the fact that feelings he cannot pinpoint every time the palace holds a banquet ( which is more often than he can ever count β consider him blessed, consider him wilted ), still leaves him rather anxious all the time. still feels as if someone had gone out of their way to tie knots in the pit of his stomach, but alas, heβs a militant of his own making, trudging through each political conversation, each entertaining transgression. no, heβs not enjoying it. yes, heβs been pretending. itβs not news; heβs an exquisite actor.
the crisscrossing trepidation tethers him to the core, but heβs smiling widely. heβs in the midst of an unprompted talk with a woman that is blatantly trying to remain on his good side despite the gaffe that befell her moments prior when he spots his half-brother. san is someone bearable, to say the least β and someone respectable. thereβs an inexplicable, inevitable bond forming between them since they were younger considering the passion held towards military that keeps blooming in hahnβs chest. he takes another sip of his drink before putting it down, excusing himself politely as the lady grows more desperate to retain the topic. itβs been an ennui β sheβs nowhere near fascinating, and hahn in all honesty has no patience to maintain the interaction. itβs a few minutes past his tolerance already, and so, as soon as he sees san, he is almost eager to get on his feet.
expediting the end of this figurative pain, he treads towards san, who seemingly has been outside for a while. itβs his task to ensure everyoneβs safety, after all, and hahn admires him for that. he hums, closing the distance in large strides that would still remain masculine, elegant within the measure of a royal. grabs some two drinks on his way, non-alcoholic. heβs not looking to get inebriated. heβs never liked the hedonism, the high. he likes his sobriety just fine, remaining shackled to the reality. and his daggers, sheathed under his robes. nobody in the royal family can ever be too careful.Β β hyungnim, β he greets, a smile splayed on his expression. offers the drink, then. β for the queen mother. β
queen munjeongβs birthday event starter call! itβs officially his motherβs birthday, so as much as he wants to be a hermit, hahn is going to attend and entertain. he might mingle, converse, or even play gomungo. please like this or comment with a word / phrase that can be used as a base to get one! limited to eightΒ to avoid overwhelming myself.
as a child, he was plagued with night terrors and hallucinations, having imaginary friends and whatnot that everyone cannot see but him. the palace doctors told the king that he was simply haunted, believing in urban legends, and the king told everyone to remain quiet about this since heβs, well, a royal prince.
his mother was so worried, fussing over him a lot, asking so many questions that made him grow even wearier because he wasnβt exactly a social kid. heβd rather be left alone to his devices. it didnβt help that he learned speaking faster than children his age, so for the first three / four years of his life, he felt disturbed by all the fuss.
then his baby sister was born, and he was left alone more or less... well, at least a lot less disrupted in his activities. he had a wit beyond his age, maturity even when he barely socialized, so he liked fending for himself. he didnβt socialize much amidst his siblings unless he really had to. looked up to his parents, somehow, and filtered what he needed from his father. since he was a child, didnβt think his father was the wisest but he loved his father nonetheless. closer to his mother, though.
he didnβt open up to anyone until he was around seven, when the frequency of his night terrors had significantly lessened. heβd been scared of being labelled as weird, so he hadnβt been mingling. but his siblings opened up to him quickly, and so, in return he tried to do the same. closest to the siblings, and then his half-siblings next. then the yangbans. he didnβt socialize easily, still taciturn until age nine or so.
looked up to the crown prince, and the systems in general, although he detested the possibility of anyone at all having to be in arranged marriages. he loosened up then, working towards becoming a better royal prince, although in general heβd always been good at combat and literature. music, too. basically too good to be true of a prince with lack of socializing skills. as he grew older, however, he grew jaded from all the politics.
thatβs when he learned to manipulate people into thinking that he was holding fine with all the conversations, blooming into what people thought would be a perfect prince. military: check. literacy: check. politics: check. entertainment: check. he encompassed everything that people wanted him to be, and for once, he forgot what it was like to be scared, until seven years ago.
the death of the crown prince etched a sense of engraved trauma in him, reawakening his nightmares. he wasnβt there, but he was haunted nevertheless. suddenly the kingdom felt like a burden again, and his older brother became the crown prince, putting the spotlight on his family in general. still, he managed to put up a faΓ§ade, even when the following events after that, including the kidnapping and attempted assassinations on his sister, put a great deal of stress on him.
personality includes being manipulative for his own gains β heβs definitely not above evading the arranged marriage if needed be, pretending to be ill and whatnot. heβs not manipulating people just for the fun of it. heβs an expert at managing his superficial emotions, expressing so little like the tip of an iceberg. also very smart in both education and military, he comes off as cool-headed and very rational. not the most talkative person around, but many know that he can hold good conversations, entertaining people. heβs a walking paradox in general, hoping to become a part of the military... mainly an archer instead of serving the country in politics. particularly understands that many people want to dethrone his family, somewhat, especially his mother, and thatβs why heβs grown wary even though he doesnβt show it to anyone.
