worshiped / deprived

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

[hwandal]

home for my heart,

[haeseona]

hwandal‌.

(...)

“but…” but no dream can ever compare to seeing the real you, seona. he snaps out of his reverie and realizes that his hand is now fully enveloped around hers with his lips dangerously close to the ends of her nails. 

he doesn’t know what to do, so he sets her hand down. that was close. dangerously close. he doesn’t want to look away from her, but he also doesn’t want to see the way she looks away from him. she probably didn’t appreciate the way he grabbed her and clinging to her hand like he’s some kind of brute. he brings his hands over his knees, folding them carefully. “but please remember that you are able to use me as you see fit, seona.” 

careful, careful, she was always so careful, even in moments that didn’t require such alertness. but hearing him say her name without any other unnecessary titles attached to it felt marvelous. foreign too, but above all it brought some sense of calmness to her heart. ‘’yes, i’m glad you quickly noticed your little mistake. seona just sounds way more natural, doesn’t it? all the people i dearly love call me seona.’’ it was true. the social ranking didn’t mean much to her. those who were near and dear to the princess’ heart had the privilege of calling her many names, but never princess. it just felt overly forced for her to like it.  

once she saw his smile she became rather intrigued, trying to uncover the subtle hint in his words. ‘’if it’s not too much too ask, uh could you tell me...,’’ she paused, a sheepish smiling playing across her lips, ’’what did you dream about? it must’ve been a beautiful dream because you see quite content.’’ the question served as a good distraction from her own worries and racing thoughts, and maybe just maybe she wanted to hear him speak fondly of something. or maybe she just wanted to see his smile last a little longer. 

she didn’t even notice when her took hold of her hand, but the warmth that radiated from his hand was far too soothing to remain ignored. don’t let go. please don’t let go. but he could not read her silly mind. why did he have to let go so soon? the moment should’ve lasted longer. one eternity would’ve been enough for seona, but alas no one offered her that much. she should’ve said something, anything really. but she didn’t. so when she felt the void of warmth once again, she had no choice but to look away. 

‘‘to use you?’‘ she repeated the words, blinking softly and turning her head once more toward him. ‘‘oh i’d never wish to use you. it would be my greatest displeasure to force someone to do things for me. but why did you...’‘ the words were stuck inside of her throat, boldly refusing to come out and see the light of the moon. ‘‘but why did you let go of my hand? is too cold?’‘

[haeseona]

“ you are so good for me.”

seollal: a new year comes  prompts; closed

how soothing it was to hear such endearing and sweet words, words that made her heart flutter and the smile upon her naturally pink lips wider, a melody for her ears like no other. but she could not shake off the feeling of being unworthy of those words, in one way or another. ‘am i good for you? am i really good for you?’ she wished to ask, to probe the depths of his mind. ‘i haven’t given you anything, not even children. maybe you would’ve been happier with another wife. perhaps she would’ve given you a son by now. but me? i barely show you even the love i harbor inside of my heart for you. i am weak, i cry at the slightest of misfortunes and i’m a foolish dreamer. so, tell me am i truly good for you? do you think i’m only good for you because i’m beautiful? will you still think i’m good for you… even when i’m no longer beautiful? 

but i want to be good for you. i really do. you mean to me more than i chould’ve ever possibly imagined and yet i feel like i’m unworthy.’ but she could not share those thoughts aloud. she possessed no such bravery. so seona gently wrapped her arms around him and buried her pretty face in his shoulder,letting one single and silent tear slid down her cheek. at least in that way he would not see her crying. carefully and rather hesitantly her hand found his and she interlaced their fingers, one of the very first steps of bravery for seona. she was horrified and worried, but somehow his presence did not disturb her. on the contrary it made her feel at ease, a remedy for an uncertain heart. ’’thank you. it brings me great joy to know that you think that… and i truly hope you think that.’’

                             finally she said, ‘’you’re so good for me, too.’’

[haeseona]

“ did you see the lights?”

 seollal: a new year comes  prompts; accepting

were only toddlers and seona excited by pretty lights? probably, but seona had never allowed her age to define her or her perception of such a joyful celebration. the whole kingdom surely needed to find something to occupy their minds with, something beautiful and harmless, so why not pretty lights?

 seona loved them. ever as a child, she had been far too fond of them, forcing her beloved mother to stay awake all night and look at the lights with her. those were the idle days full of childish innocence and sweetness. but certain things never changed and yes, she was no longer a little girl or a foolish teenager, but seona still carried some of her old childish traits. 

‘‘of course i saw them. they were breathtaking like always. why can’t it be a more regular thing? i wish it weren’t just for a special occasion. i guess this tells you how much i loved seeing them. but did you see the lights? and were you as impressed as me?’‘ that was hardly possible, but then again seona lived to be surprised and amazed. 

[haeseona]

“ the future is looking grim.”

  seollal: a new year comes  prompts;  accepting 

'’grim?’’ what an odd choice of a word and a choice seona did not like at all. a celebration of the new year was supposed to inspire hope and trust. to whisper sweet delights and promises of a better tomorrow into the ears of those who patiently awaited for it to come. she didn’t wish to believe in any macabre prophesies, no she held too much light in her heart to ever accept such a horrible fate. 

’’i certainly hope that it won’t be grim. that would be a waste of a perfectly good future. and as they say, looks can be deceiving. some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. the disarray and darkness. i choose to see the beauty, i want to believe that there are plenty of beautiful things hidden in plain sight, hidden behind that grim cloak that you see.’’

it hurt to think of such things. seona had always been such a willful little creature, one that idolized beauty and happiness and peace above everything else. and even in moments when life hadn’t been fair to her, seona was always full of hope and optimism. it was a rather childish thing of her, but she could not change herself. ‘’a man who fears losing has already lost. for that same reason, i will not be scared of the future. come what may, but life can always be beautiful.’’ 

[haeseona]

hello, guess who’s back, back again? yeah, it’s katie and this time i’m only here with seona. she’s still the same  way too sensitive princess who really ought to be stronger. but she really can’t help herself. i could definitely use some more plots for her so if you’re interesting in plotting give this post a like! but if you just want a random starter, you can leave a random word below and i’ll do the rest of the magic. <33

[haedalkrp]

[haeseona]

haedalkrp‌:

                                      …      ━━━     SEOLLAL SENTENCE PROMPTS     ━━━      …

                                ・    ・                                                            ・    ・ THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTS  for our seollal event! remember your rp karma: try to send out as many prompts 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 february 12th.  have fun!

“ keep your apology.” “ everybody wants to change the world.” “ you have to be what tomorrow needs.” “ are we having fun?” “ i think i better go now.” “ here, i got this for you.” “ you are so good for me.” “ and so it is.” “ i know it won’t be a good year.” “ i hope it will be a better year.” “ i don’t care if it’s tradition -” “ it’s tradition.” “ i’m not eating that.” “ the future is looking grim.” “ this was a lovely night.” “ i know it’s not traditional.  i wanted to get you something different.” “ i made a promise.” “ did you see the lights?” “ how is your family?” “ we’re not supposed to be meeting like this.”

[hwandal]

home for my heart,

[haeseona]

hwandal‌.

[...]

“you needn’t be afraid. i will be by your side.” he shuffles closer to her, though it’s a struggle – oh gods. why now? – as his legs are tangled in a mess of blankets. however, he manages to kick them off as gracefully as he can manage. he presses his forehead onto seona’s.

he can feel her eyelashes tickling his skin, which is blazing and flushed due to their close proximity and his embarrassing, one-sided war between his legs and the blanket. his eyes does not seem to want to stay in one place. they dart around, not sure if he should or shouldn’t look at her. he pulls away from her very slowly; he does not want to, but he’s afraid of what would happen if he stays so close to her. despite the distance he creates between them, his eyes fall deeper into hers.

“is there anything i can do to make you feel at ease?”

still in an unbalanced state seona struggled for breath, barely managing to utter a few words. it hurt to think, it hurt to breathe or look at anything. for a little while, she didn’t even know where she was. another world? another sickly sweet dream? she didn’t wish to be deceived yet again. however something about the way her called her name was calming. it didn’t hold the old formalities that somehow made most things rather awkward. it put her heart at ease. she liked it. in fact, she quickly realized that she preferred it. ‘’you called me seona. you didn’t...’’ she stuttered, unable to meet his gaze. ‘’i wish you could call me seona again. just seona. nothing else.’’ she wasn’t insisting, merely suggesting. it felt rather strange to have her own husband treat her as if he were her vassal. but his kind words prompted her to smile; it wasn’t much to look at as she barely mustered up enough energy for it, but at least it was genuine. ‘’i’m glad. i’m glad. i don’t think others would understand. they usually don’t. but the dreams, they always feel so real... i barely... ‘’ due to shortness of breath she stopped talking, unable to let go of his arm. safe. she was safe with him. her was right. the beasts wouldn’t harm her with him by her side. 

‘‘thank you from the bottom of my humble heart. it’s not my wish to bother you with my problems and nightmares... and i’d call the soldiers and guards... but they don’t understand. certain people always say that i’m overly sensitive. i know it’s true, but i can’t help it. not in moments like these.’‘ with their foreheads pressed together, she didn’t know what else to say. so she remained silent, unexpectedly enjoying in the short moment.  short. too short. he pulled away too quickly. and he was so warm. and kind. why didn’t he love her? 

slowly biting her pale bottom lip, she averted her gaze and said, ‘’i don’t know.’’ i wish you wouldn’t move away. i wish you could like me. but you don’t. i wish you weren’t so repulsed by me. ‘’perhaps you could hol... oh i think i’ve already troubled you enough. you must be tired. i profusely apologize for disturbing your rest.’’

[haeseona]

━ chance meetings

closed / for ( @dalsooah )    | from here.

there’s an undeniable responsibly that comes with being a princess, a burden that’s impossible to ignore. there’s a bridge that separates her from the rest, the same old bridge that separates those with royal and common blood in their veins. after all, the importance of someone’s great family could never be matched with the royal one and for that reason alone, seona oftentimes felt alone. 

even her own husband sometimes treated her like some endangered creature, a thing of high status that’s not supposed to be touched. but perhaps that’s her biggest problem. perhaps she was born in the wrong family and for her there’s no escape. her gentleness could only be matched with her friendliness, but there are certain lines princesses are never supposed to cross. 

princesses ought to remain calm, poised, indifferent and gallant in every situation. god forbid if she ever does something that doesn’t match with the royal protocol. god forbid someone sees her enjoying just a little in her life. 

and for that reason, she sometimes envies those who weren’t born in the royal family, born without that sort of worry in their lives. so, when she by surprise ruins into the young and beautiful sooah, she cannot help but be reminded of her old envious thoughts. ‘’oh excuse me. i almost didn’t see you there. but that would’ve been a grave mistake. you look absolutely beautiful. your hanbok is marvelous. where did you find such pretty material?’’ 

[hwandal]

home for my heart,

[haeseona]

hwandal‌.

@haeseona

their bedding is pulled apart to give princess seona her own space. the space is just enough to fit an opened palm; it’s nothing dramatic – not too distant but not too close, either. hwan insisted that she deserves it, and he doesn’t think he’s the right fit to share her bed, not when their hearts are probably farther apart than the space separating their bedding.

but warmth is something he craves during cold winter nights. and even though he desires the warmth another human can provide him, he could never take advantage of princess seona’s cordiality and his position as her husband.

her presence alone brings him comfort, and that is enough for him.

he doesn’t know when he finally falls asleep, but he knows princess seona is the reason he falls so quickly. her soft breathing is like a comforting trance, and seeing her at peace eases himself to sleep as well.

though, his slumber does not last long.

“princess seona…?” he calls out to her. his voice rough yet languid from not yet getting the proper amount of sleep, but the rest of him are awake because she is. he calls her name again, this time much softer now that he’s regained control of his voice. he raises himself and clutches at the edge of her bedding, too afraid to directly touch her at this time.

“is something wrong?”

no life can ever be perfect and all dreams come with a price, even the ones that are forced. just by looking at her gentle visage, it wasn’t hard to spot that seona could be easily mistaken for a fragile doe or a dove, a helpless creature not capable of harming anyone. but oftentimes, the most kindhearted and tender creature suffered the most and that of course was no exception for seona. 

 on this particular night, seona found herself trapped in a dark room, surrounded by enormous creatures with heads that resembled those of a  wolf, with teeth as big as daggers and yellow horns on top of their heads. they were monstrous and they were out for blood. for her there was truly no escape. trapped, trapped, the monsters dug their claws into her skin. she’d never get to be the hero of her own story. 

so she tossed and turned and begged for help and even wished to scream, but her voice just like her courage decided to abandon her. but then, then she heard someone call her name, from another world, distant but pleasant and so she opened her eyes. ‘’hwan?’’ that was all she managed to stay as she gripped his arm tightly. 

‘‘they were... they were... they wanted to eat me.... they were mocking me... i could... i could see... their teeth were covered in blood and... and they...’‘  her eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry, letting the salty liquid burn her cheeks. 

‘‘i wanted to.... wanted to escape... but i could not move... and i’m such a coward,’‘ she cried out, her vision getting blurry again. ‘‘what if they’re here again? what if they’re hiding somewhere? oh hwan, you must think i’m insane.’‘ still half dreaming and trapped in her awful nightmare, she squeezed him arm tighter, making sure that he’s real. 

[haeseona]

━ blood runs.

closed / for ( @haexsan )

the gentle and melodramatic seona was probably known for her kind nature, but that of course did not make her any more approachable in the eyes of those around her. she was a private person, sometimes even to the point of excessively keeping things just to herself and that of course meant creating less bonds. even with her half-siblings. 

there were moments when she it seemed to her that they were all strangers, people she could barely recognize without the help of some kind servant. but those were the moments of self-doubt and coldness. 

of course she knew them, she had spent her whole childhood with them. some she knew more, others less and for most part, she could only blame herself for it. those who want something can always achieve it and even she wanted a better connections with her half-siblings, then she had to work for it. 

and so that’s exactly what she did. 

starting with san, she set out an invitation for a small private tea ceremony, one that was supposed to be preformed by her. the art of making tea was a sacred one and there was no better way for people to bond than over a warm cup of emerald liquid. 

with all the necessary supplies, she waited peacefully inside of one of the many rooms of the palace, neatly resting on top of a warm cushion. this was her first try. 

[haeseona]

━ foreign policy.

closed / for @dalruihan

seona didn’t make mistakes, seona did everything with utmost care. that of course was only her version of every tale ripped from the book called seona’s life, and like all great stories tellers she had to lace her words and narratives with a certain dose of lies. after all, that made reading and listening all the more exciting and unpredictable. 

but her perfectionism or rather the lack of it became clear when she purely and truly purely by accident stepped on the end of someone’s gown. she didn’t mean to, but she clearly wasn’t paying attention to where she was heading and now it was too late to cry over spilled milk. the fact that made things worse was that she did not know the girl at all.

she knew her face, a foreign beauty with pretty cheeks and eyes, a girl who could easily challenge any standard or beauty. but other then that, her mind simply remained blank. seona was a master of memorizing small details and information, but she truly couldn’t know everything or rather everyone. 

‘‘oh, please forgive me, my lady.’‘ she quickly stepped aside, giving the girl a small smile full of regret. ‘‘i hope you’ll find enough strength in your heart to forgive me for my mishap. it truly wasn’t my intention to step... there. i was just lost in my thoughts. but if anything’s ripped, please tell me and i’d be more than happy to pay for a new gown. or even three.’‘ 

[haeseona]

hello, katie-kat here and i’ve finally decided to make a starter call because i need more things for seona ( and that’s honestly my fault, but finals are kicking my butt TT ). so like this post for a random starter or leave a word ( or even two ) for something a little more specific. that’s all. thank you for coming to my ted-talk. 

[haeseona]

hello, katie here, i’m so pumped that this rp is open and finally my obsession with royals can be put to a good use ;) throw back thursday to the time when i wanted to be an archaeologist and historian. good times, good times. i’ll be playing seona, daughter of deposed royal consort gyeongbin, a proud sister and even a wife. single ladies is a hit that she’ll have to miss. she’s a prim and proper princess by day, but honey she doesn’t let society dictate her life completely and so now she’s a book worm. loves to study, it should be a sin. anyways, like, subscribe, come plot with me and let me love you all. my discord’s venice kat#4591

seona was a bit of a sensitive child. probably too emotional, cried a lot and tried to protect everyone. gals with big hearts tend to do that.  

she got burned more than a couple of times for being so empathetic that now she’s a little secretive and doesn’t tend to care for others as she used to. but she still cares, just she has to watch for her own heart, too.

she’s an artistic babe. loves music, painting, embroidery, anything that gives her a motive to do something and makes her content. music is by far her favorite form of art, too bad royals aren’t allowed to play instruments. shoutout to the amazing gisaengs. but that didn’t stop seona from learning in secret. you have to give yourself a break. 

however, music wasn’t enough for her so she then started learning ( in secret again ) and trying to secure herself a proper education. just because she’s pretty and a princess doesn’t mean that she has to be stupid. 

she’s mostly known for her beauty and charming nature, but once people actually start talking with her, they can see that she’s really intelligent. 

surprisingly or not surprisingly at all, she accepted the role of a wife with utmost grace and ease. she knows she can’t fight it, it’s what all women of her age do and there’s nothing that she can do about that. 

i want to say that she’s a caring wife, sister and friend and let’s hope she doesn’t get killed, poisoned or even something worse. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Her ancient, tear-stained beauty,”

— Alexander Blok, tr. by Frances Cornford, from “I Feel Only Russia,”

[s2yumissyous2]