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Lukas Thorne 23 || Body Guard of the 4th Prince of Korea

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dachyun:

« I’m just mad because doors seems to spawn from everywhere in this palace– » And here he goes –the face painting itself even redder at the last words of the guard, causing him to hide his heated cheeks behind his small palms. « D-don’t call me like that, people might listen– » And that would bring even more problems for the two of them, of course. As much as he felt something deep for the guard and guidance, he wanted the other’s work not to be jeopardized.

Just like that, features would fall, as the older would only blink. “You walked into a door, didn’t you? Did you hurt yourself? Perhaps we should cover you in bubble wrap when you go wandering on your lonesome.” His hand would shift, then, to settle heated palm against the cheek of the Prince. “There’s nobody around, my Prince. If not here, while nobody’s around, then where can I just lay you down and kiss you all over, hm?” Eyebrows would raised as those dark hues would wander. Perhaps the rational side of the argument was correct, though the ever affection hungry Guard wouldn’t go down without some sort of subtle fight.

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dachyun:

« Can’t I be sour like a slice of lemon today? Is that a Daejo-only feature? » And the pout easily followed a whine, the figure of the prince almost following the touch of the other’s finger while propping himself to sit instead of just laying down. « I think we’re not in my chambers, so neither are the best option. I don’t want you to end up in troubles. »

“You can be sour, but I don’t understand why you’d want to be. You do know why Daejo is often unlikable, right?” Finally able to properly allow his dark hues to skip over the features of the otherworldly prince, silent form of adoration no less. “Maybe not the best option, but I don’t see anyone around, and you’re supposedly cold, which leaves the only logical option. Live on the wild side, baby boy.”

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helvalencia:

❝ i didn’t think you would. ❞ a graceful smile slid across her lips, bringing the bowls she stacked together to the counter, near the rice porridge. ❝ of course, it would truly be a waste to let your stunning physique hide in the shadows. ❞ she teased, then begun to look at the various rations he brought up. ❝ should i cut up the vegetables? ❞ despite having a burnt hand, she still very much wanted to be of help.

Curt nod of the head would follow, as he’d continued to navigate around the room, mapping out the positions of utensils and ingredients. “Exactly. Thank you. My previous hook ups would disagree, claiming I’m an airhead. But at least someone sees it.” Thus he’d disappeared into the larder, returning not moments later and simply dropping the meat upon the counter, looking over. “Sure. Take it easy, though. I don’t want you hurting your hand more.” Through a low voice, and a gesture towards the burn, he was soon to pick up a sharpened knife, to begin to cut the meat to a more suitable size than its current.

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dachyun:

« The only intervention this might resemble as –it’s what Daejo would do instead of behaving. » And the slightly bitter prince would pout even more, ready to use the older brother as a scapegoat just like the latter pretty much has been doing with Daehyun himself for years. « It’s cold. »

“Oh. We’re stooping down to that level, then, are we? Shame. I can only play with good boys; it’s in my programming.” Guard would pinch ever so lightly at that pouted lip, pulling it down to meet his chin, to protrude the innocence further, before releasing. Ever a game of teasing and playing, it seemed. “Sit up and lean against me, then. Unless you’d rather I lay on top of you. Fair warning--I’m pretty heavy.” 

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dachyun:

Here he is, the prince of the pouty kingdom, pouting while laying down on the floor because guess who slammed against a door and lost his balance? This cutie over here.

And while he could admit that he hadn’t expected to wander upon a floored blind prince, he couldn’t deny how adorable the sight was. Thus, crouched down beside him, the tip of an index finger would lightly press against the other’s lower lip. “Staging an intervention?” 

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helvalencia:

helena rolled her eyes at the innuendo, which she probably didn’t get at all. ❝ there is just no winning against a conversation with you, is there? ❞ she inquired. ❝ that or you just really like having no shirt on, i can’t guess which is which honestly. ❞ she laughed ever so softly, before busying herself by acquiring some small bowls for dining by the pantry.

The male would simply roll his shoulders back, ever watchful with a raised eyebrow. “You sound as though that’s surprising. I didn’t rack up a reputation through backing down.” Spoken softly, through that ever present smirk of his. “Perhaps a little bit of both. I feel free. Besides, what’s the point in spending lord knows how many hours a day training, if there’s nobody around to check out the produce?” Questioned as he began to gather slabs of meat, alongside varying vegetables to finally bring it all back to the counter.

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jiusong:

boredom tended to overtake the employee as of recently. with a lack of events, places to do, and things to do, the individual might as well have been out of a job. daehyun had his guard, and he’d been having a perfectly fine time interacting with the other monarchs in the manor, so unless there was a meal, or it was time to dress in the morning or at night, jiu didn’t have much to do. eventually, they found their presence in the kitchen, and managed to grab some bread being prepared early for later that afternoon, quickly ducking out to avoid the wrath of the cooks. though just as they exited, too immersed in the smell of fresh bread to pay any mind around them, a heavy weight was brought upon their shoulders. letting a short shout escape from between their lips, jiu quickly maneuvered out of the other’s grip, dropping the plate as they moved. dark hues rested on lukas for just a moment before realization hit them, and they let out an exasperated sigh, visibly relaxing, “fuck you, are you five?”

Perhaps it was this desperate need to be around people of his own culture, nationality, and the like. Through spending time with strangers, and those of differing delegations, he’d come to realise that he’d missed Korea far more than he’d expected he ever would. Thus, this consistent need to be around those he knew, lit a playfulness from the younger. That’s why, when the other would react so startled--or at least, that’s how it seemed--there was a glint of regret that sprinkled itself briefly over Lukas’ features. Though he’d exemplify his beaming smile just one more time, in hopes it would lift them. “Five and a half, hyung.” The honorific would be spoken with a curl of his tongue, and a wiggle of his eyebrows, before they’d raise and settle through a tilt of the head. Perhaps he should’ve glanced upon what they were holding, before committing to his assault. “Uh--were you hungry?” A stupid question, no less, though he’d still attempt something. “We can go out and get something if you are. Saves little you from suffering the sometimes mediocre food here, right?” 

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fmlpetra:

she froze in the doorway, her mouth slightly agape. it took the guard a moment for her to gather herself. “no, no, i should have knocked.” she said, quickly averting her gaze. petra, not knowing how to continue, bit her lip in thought. silence. she knew should have walked away upon sight of the scene and she regretting not having done so in the middle of that awkward silence. the guard cleared her throat after a moment, and spoke back up again. “…are you okay?” stupid question. it was obvious that the young man was, in fact, not okay, but it was the only thing she could think of to say. 

The older would take a moment to simply stare, perhaps caught like a deer in headlights--he certainly felt like that. Caught in such a vulnerable moment, he had to swallow thickly. “You shouldn’t need to knock.” Spoken softly, as opposed to his usual gleaming confidence through loud tones and jokes. Perhaps he didn’t feel like sharing lightened air at that moment. Through a moment of brushing himself off, knuckles that were red raw, and clothing that stuck to parts of his skin through sweat, it was the breakage of silence that drew his doe eyes to the unfamiliar once more. “Usually I’d say yes, but I don’t suppose I can lie to you when you’ve seen me so vulnerable,” spoken through a bitter bout of laughter, before he’d shaken his head. “It’s fine, though. Thank you for the concern, you don’t need to worry about little ol’ me.”

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fmlpetra:

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petra had been lost in the manor for what felt like hours. in all of it’s grandeur, cresstlelea manorwas extremely difficult to navigate. the young guard was about to give up on her endeavor of finding her living quarters when she heard the distant voice of a young man. she stopped in her tracks, then, and turned on her heel to follow the sound of the voice. as she drew nearer the voice grew louder in it’s volume. she was suddenly alarmed. “ h-hello ?? “ she said, eyebrows knitted together, while stepping into the doorway of the room where the voice had been emitting from. 

Moments spent bottling issues, pretending nothing had happened through his currently short life, through hidden smoke of cigarettes and the vague smell of alcohol as he’d enter those quarters without sparing a drop upon his tongue--he was reaching his own breaking point. Inevitable, given his prominent need to return home, to gaze upon cities and streets that were familiar, rather than ones that required an artificial voice within his car to navigate; it all seemed so fake. Ever likely he was storming one of the rooms within the manor, with the delusion he was alone for once, while all those equal or above him were cornered between work, responsibility, and the hope that it’d all be over soon.

Lukas, instead, was shouting profanities from the top of his lungs, aimed at nobody, yet everybody at the same time. Tears that would threaten his ducts, discolouring the waterlines of his eyes, and sending a hint of a flush that smothered his skin. He needed to calm; as much didn’t work upon earlier shoving his knuckles against the solidity of the wall beside him--angry and in pain, well done, Thorne. That’s when he stumbled upon an unfamiliar face, as his dark hues would wander up. Coupled with a questioning voice, the male could only soften. Perhaps he shouldn’t have let his anger get the better of him, so openly, around others. Though he also couldn’t help the rush of emotion that threatened to batter him until he was completely blue through suffocation. “S-sorry, about... all of that; I don’t,” he’d choked out, slender fingers finding his nape, toying with stray hairs. “Sorry...”

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Perhaps he was anticipating the chance to sneak up on the other for a while, having found out they were at the manor. Predatory instincts would claim the younger, on the edge of pouncing, and merely sneaking, through stealthy movements that would guide him closer. So silently he’d breathe, shift, steps, and smirk through giggles that had to be contained. When he’d crept close enough, though, that’s when that familiar rush coursed through his veins, as he’d jumped towards Jiu, wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders, while simultaneously announcing his arrival through a crude, “Peek-a-boo!” || @jiusong

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helvalencia:

❝ i’m a beef person. i like beef. i love beef, ❞ she said enthusiastically. ❝ braised beef sounds good with rice porridge actually. ❞ she added, raising a finger to make a point. ❝ while it is true that we don’t need them and it would keep them out of our way, but they have jobs to do as well. such a pity if they get fired just for staring at you, don’t you think? ❞ she chuckled.

“Ooooh, a lover of red meat, huh? Not surprised in the slightest.” The gentle innuendo was cut with his smirk, so edging on his typical grin, the type that would slide through anything innocent or serious. “We’ll see what comes from it, huh? Braising steak sounds real good.” He’d mutter through curled words. “They won’t get fired. The manor only needs them when meals are coming up, and that isn’t for another few hours. All is good, sunshine.” He’d brushed off with a gentle flick of his wrist and a hand that would contort, before disappearing to look through the larder.

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helvalencia:

❝ i think we’re pretty capable of doing it. ❞ helena nodded her head lightly. ❝ we’re already here anyway, might as well make it worth our while no? ❞ eyes glancing to her slightly burnt hand, then back to lukas. ❝ but we seriously need to get you a shirt or a bandage for my hand so i can return your shirt—you’re literally distracting the whole kitchen staff. ❞ she chuckled lightly.

Lukas would only grin, pushing himself to stand upright. “Let’s get to it, then. What do you prefer? Chicken, pork, beef... lamb, perhaps?” Question would arise through a raised eyebrow, as the Guard would slowly waltz towards the larder once more. “Oh? Good. It might keep them out of our way while we cook--it’s not like we need ‘em around, right?”

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ofhaiti:

“Ugh, does this place come with a map? At this point I’ll have gray hairs before I find my way around here.”

“A map? No. A willing tribute to guide your ass around the manor, free of charge? Perhaps. Where’re you trying to get to?”

[jeonheart]

the cutest dork ♡

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helvalencia:

helena bit down on her bottom lip as she anxiously awaiting his judgement. it’s not that she didn’t trust her skills, or taste buds, it’s just that she wanted to do this dish justice. she let out a small—barely there—sigh of relief. ❝ phew, ❞ she whistled. ❝ i really eat anything given to me so, if people usually put those in… why not? ❞ she shrugged with a smile. ❝ what do you put in yours? ❞

The Guard would place the spoon to the side, then. So cautious with each movement, as if he was used to be so gentle. Given the circumstances, looking after Kihyun as if it were ritual, and spending so much time with Daehyun--ever likely he’d be as gentle as velvet. With a hum, he tilted his head softly. “Definitely add meat, there should be some cuts in the back that we can quickly cook and shred. And vegetables; onions, leeks, peppers.” He’d looked around, then, before smiling. “Do you think we can manage that?”

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dubous:

             ❛ how materialistic. just because you think i’m ugly doesn’t mean i’m not good with my dick. ❜ he clasped his hands together, head lolling lazily to the side.

“Hm, even if I did deem you worthy enough, you wouldn’t have time to use your cock. I tend to take top, bud. Besides, I'm taken and far too out of your league to change my mind.” He’d announce so calmly, as if merely telling the time of the day.

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swcss:

             she shrugged, her cheek resting in her palm. ❛ i’d say both, if i’m in the right mood. i’m pretty inexperienced, though, so i don’t know if you’d really want to go to me. ❜

“Always about this right mood. Trust me, sweet stuff, after a few touches here and there, the right mood won’t even come into it.” Spoken through a sigh, as his hands would tuck into his pockets. “Inexperience is always good, trust me. See if you can’t change that soon.”