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Sleep (Yeri and Seulgi)

Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

life is kind of rough; being in charge of your own time sometimes isn’t as delightful and relaxing as it seems. seulgi has a lot of things to juggle -- work, bills, students, social life, and her own internal maintenance. sometimes, it’s easy for her optimism gauge to slip down to zero.

laying in bed with yeri is her getaway from all that; whatever stress weighs down on her back is replaced by a much lighter, much more comfortable pressure -- the feeling of someone pressed against her form, fitting as naturally as a coat. yeri is warm and soft, all the things seulgi likes and associates with safety and comfort, and she likes the bonus smiles and kisses that come along with it. 

she likes that she can talk about nonsense between these sheets, enjoys the soft sighs they share in place of conversation. she likes trailing her hands up yeri’s smooth arm, enjoys when the other girl reciprocates with a squeeze of the hip or a nuzzle to her neck. sometimes, they lay in bed for other reasons, and seulgi doesn’t mind that either, but it’s the comfortable silence and companionship she likes the most. 

“i wish this never had to end, honestly,” she murmurs, not really expecting a response, not really bothered by the soft silence that punctuates her statement. that’s the best thing, she thinks, about being in bed with yeri; her arms always feel like home. 

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♠ my favorite color is teal♠ i speak 3 languages fluently♠ i have a dog but like. i can’t stand him sfjsjg i feel like puppies are meant to be loved but this one is really....♠ i’m a big theoretical physics nerd like heisenberg’s uncertainty principle? we love that shit♠ i watched the first 5sog movie for a college paper and hated that class since then♠ i’m like weirdly obsessed with teeth? like i usually specifically look at people’s teeth before deciding if i like them or noteirgjaogjgj♠ i used to ult luhan for a really really long time♠ sports is not a thing for me no thank u ♠ my favorite chocolate is maltesers♠ i love jellybeans because i used to treat them like bertie bott’s every flavored beans♠ once i passed out in class and my professor had to bring me home jadjaf♠ i don’t know how to carry babies♠ i used to be a big emo kid ajsdajf♠ my first ever concert was fall out boy and i saw them live like thrice♠ i am addicted to restaurant/chef games idek why. i can’t even cook sfigsjg♠ i once read the entire lord of the rings trilogy and got a huge headache after♠ i hate raisins in food but can eat them separately♠ i don’t like my food mixing at all like i’ll keep them in separate sections of my plate then eat systematically♠ i’m often emotionally constipated probably because of my work and family life but like other times i’ll cry about anything♠ my favorite disney movie is mulan

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babe

hello

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a starter for @jaerden - taeyeon && jaehyun && yeri 

“yeri-ah! jaehyun-ah!” 

it’s been a long time since taeyeon heard her voice echo against these walls, mostly because it’s been a long time since she’d come home. training idols requires a schedule oddly similar to theirs, except she sees about ten times more new faces a day than the trainees do. working in another city, coming home was too unrealistic, and there wasn’t much to come home to if both of her younger siblings were in college as well. so, she’d gotten a place of her own and stayed there with the promise to come home often.

of course, that promise was often postponed, extended, forgotten, and with her busy schedule and long classes, taeyeon had somehow forgotten how to get home at all. it was only when she’d found out that her brother and sister were on break that she’d decided to take a short leave and see her family again. 

coming home in the middle of the day means coming home to a house without parents, and she can’t hear much noise apart from the wind outside. even with her tiny frame, she makes noise coming up the stairs, her footsteps deliberately heavy and her voice loud. 

“hey, you guys can’t hide in your rooms when your favorite big sister is here,” she calls out in a singsong voice, rapping on one bedroom door before knocking on the next one. “can’t you guys at least come out and hug me, or do you both not love me anymore?”

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a starter for @jaerden​ -- taeyeon && lucas

taeyeon likes seeing the company succeed; it’s probably this desire that makes her so good at this job. she knows she can’t do it alone, though, so she takes a lot of pride in the fact that she helps others grow to serve the needs of the company just as much as she does. a lot of the people in the company today were nurtured under her expert care; even one of mr. wong’s personal assistants had been an intern under her guidance earlier on.

teaching mr. wong’s son, though, is a little different. for starters, he’s not just any trainee or new employee; he’s bound to take over this business someday, which means that while he might be slightly clueless now, he could very well be her actual boss in a few years’ times. another notable difference is that he’s also not very assertive; compared to the company’s owner, yukhei is a less domineering presence and prefers sidling up to her instead of demanding her for help. lastly, this new addition to the team is unbeatably good-looking, and taeyeon has actually noticed. 

taeyeon has had her fair share of work-based admirers, but they’re probably too direct for her taste; they like to ask her out to places she can’t stand and talk about their achievements in an attempt to both impress her and out-achieve her, which is possibly the most irritating and paradoxical kind of conversation ever. there’s no fun in being chased when you have no interest, and there’s also no fun in not chasing at all. 

luckily, yukhei is neither aggressive nor adamant; the only thing about him is that he’s obvious. his constant, sheepish (but adorable) questions used to suggest a mild interest in her, but more recent and frequent glances in her direction and a fair amount of audible gulps whenever she leans forward to point something out to him is wholly indicative of his attraction. 

she thinks it must be a little wrong that she also finds her boss’ son cute, especially considering she’s a handful of years older than him, but he’s taller than her anyway and she thinks younger men are a lot more fun to be around. she likes that he’s not that forward, and she likes that he turns a nice shade of pink when she licks her lips under the guise that they’re dry. in fact, the way she’s trying to tease him out of his docility is probably criminal in terms of workplace code, but she really can’t help it if he’s this attractive, right? technically, it’s only natural. 

right now, they’re in the conference room, the blinds down to keep the afternoon sun from washing into the space. the office noise from outside is muffled by the closed door, and she folds her hands over the surface of the meeting table, her eyes fixed on his face. 

“yukhei-ssi, you’ve been here a couple of weeks. i wanted to know about your progress. is there anything else you’re still struggling with? anything you need help with?” the questions sound innocent, professional enough, don’t they? “you can tell me if there’s anything you’re not sure about. you know i’m always here, for anything you need.” 

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a starter for @jaerden​ -- lucas && mirae

honestly, the transfer is a secret relief to mirae. mr. wong is an okay boss, but he’s not stellar at much else apart from making money, and running his errands is tiring and mechanical. there’s also that weird generation gap that comes from her not understanding his choice of words most of the time, but she thinks that’s probably more her problem than his. she’s glad that, between his two secretaries, she’s the younger, newer one, and is likely more expendable to him, which is why he instructs her to hand over all of her files to the older secretary and greet his son as her new, immediate boss the following day. 

when mirae greets him, it’s with genuine happiness; she finds that mr. wong junior is closer to her age than to her dad’s, and he seems a lot nicer, too. not to mention he’s easy on the eyes. the only problem she can see with working with him is actually that he’s good looking, which can’t be safe for her heart or her insurance. 

still, despite all of her brain’s warnings, she can’t help but like the way he quietly calls her name when he needs something he doesn’t fully understand the mechanics of done, and she likes how big his eyes are when she presents him with sales reports and notes for upcoming projects. she especially likes the way his lips form around his words, like he’s careful with each one, except she also finds herself dangerously thinking about how nice those lips would feel against her skin. 

she thinks she might never find out, though, given that he’s never seemed to show any kind of interest in anyone in this office building, except for maybe his own dad (but that’s more principle than attraction) -- at least, from what she’s seen, he’s too caught up in his own desire to learn about what to do in this position that he neglects his personal desire for girls. 

maybe it’s not the best course of action employment-wise, but from a human needs perspective, it might make sense for mirae to opt out of her standard blazer-and-slacks outfit choices and sacrifice comfort for style on just one day, choosing to wear something sheerer on top and something a lot shorter below. she doesn’t really know if she catches his eye when she enters the office, but the little noise -- whatever it was -- that comes from the back of his throat is at least indicative of his acknowledgement when she moves closer, folders in hand and a bright smile on her face.

 “i have last week’s sales reports, sir, and we also have a new software launch to prepare for this week. which would you like to talk about first?”

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a starter for @jaerden - sunmi && minkyung

minkyung is done with ocean life. it doesn’t even matter if she’s a princess, or a future queen, or someone’s to-be bride; she just wants out. blame it on her controlling father, or perhaps point an accusing finger at her extreme inquisitiveness with the world on the shore and beyond; either way, she has no desire to stay where she is now.

she’s seen how the land-dwellers do it -- how they run and play by the shore without a care in the world, how they can do things without any restrictions, and she wants that for herself too. she’s seen how happy they can be, falling in love and walking by the coast, and she wants that, too. she’s seen a beautiful man with a face like an angel, and she really, really wants that, too. 

she leaves atlantica in the dead of night, and she doesn’t bring anything apart from willpower and a bag of precious gems with her; she doesn’t expect she’ll need anything from down here up there, and she has no intention of really returning down here. she had to time her escape, too, making sure that no one could see the path she was taking. she swims against the current and into deeper, colder waters, into a cave hidden from any kind of light; the luminous creatures around it are the only ones that guide her way.

the cave interior is strangely colder than the water she’d been swimming through previously; she actually shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. she can only see the silhouettes of things in this darkness, but she can feel a presence, making little changes in the flow of the water with movement. this place isn’t a place young girls like her are supposed to be in; all kinds of rumors surround this cave -- that there’s a sea witch down here, that she’s a monster, that she’ll kill you if you look her directly in the eye. the people of atlantica generally veer away from the general perimeter of this area, yet here she is, calling out into the darkness.

“if you’re here,” she sounds braver than she feels. that’s good, she guesses. “then i have a request of you. i know you’re the only one who can transform me into a human, and i’m willing to pay any hefty price if you agree to help me.”

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a starter for @jaerden​ - sehun && yooa 

if there’s one thing that sehun prides himself in, it’s his parenting skills. not that he has a great number to begin with, but he works well with what he has and can do. being a dad isn’t easy, despite the stereotypes attached to that role, and acting like a single dad even if he’s supposed to be happily married is a lot more complex. still, he’s glad that he’s grown up a little over time; even if he’d started off as a young, immature, and totally clueless dad way back when, he’s at least got a better head on his shoulders now. the only good thing to have come out of this entire ordeal was his daughter, and the best part about it was that she’d grown up so close to him. if he couldn’t provide her any other sense of normalcy, then at least he could give her a good father-daughter relationship. 

except, these days, that relationship has been strained. it’s not like they fight -- sehun already has enough of that when it comes to his wife, and yooa isn’t really a hothead -- but it’s not like they’re the same as before, either. he might not be the sharpest tool in the book, but he can kind of tell when something’s wrong with her. when they talk, she’s less engaged, and their conversations drift off into awkward voids when drawn out beyond their prime. she doesn’t really hang out with him anymore, and he thinks this might be like that whole teenage rebellion stage moms usually handle when it comes to their kids. but yooa’s mom isn’t around to poke and prod, and sehun can’t really turn off his concern now of all times. 

it’s on a weekend that he chooses to talk to her, following a five-day process of gathering up the courage and figuring out how to say what he actually wanted to say. he wants to tell her that he doesn’t want to be nosy, but he’s just concerned because their dynamics have sort of change. he wants to reassure her that he’s always there for her to talk to should she need a listening ear, and that he’ll help her with any kind of issues she might have. 

all that plus his confidence goes out the window when he steps in front of her door only to hear her make a sound he’d never thought he’d ever hear in his lifetime. 

dads don’t listen to their daughters moaning. it’s, like, dad rule number one. sehun hasn’t read the rest of that book (if it even exists), but he’s damn sure that it’s somewhere in there. there’s also a fine clause under that particular rule that says dad should never listen to their daughters moaning especially if they’re moaning said dad’s name, so he’s pretty sure that rule and its subclause is struck out already, essentially making him think he must be a terrible dad. the gravity of that thought, though, is numbed out by the feeling of utter shock that crashes down on him like a wave, dousing him cold with reality. sehun hasn’t had sex with his wife in a long time, but he’s still pretty attuned to female noises as a general rule, and it sounds like she’s cumming while saying his name. 

he lets go of the doorknob like it’s electrocuted him, and he takes a step back, his mind reeling. on the one hand, he’s not prepared for this. on the other, he needs to address this somehow, doesn’t he? the noise from the other side of the door quiets down, and he swallows hard, knocking briskly on the door before he loses his nerve entirely.

“yooa,” he calls through the door, his voice thin. “it’s me; i’m coming in, okay?”

he waits a good five seconds before actually opening the door, his eyes closed just in case, hoping he doesn’t see his daughter lying on her bed with her legs spread open and her fingers against her clit like he’d just been imagining for the past minute. 

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a starter for @jaerden​ - jaehyun && taeyeon 

catching up is a skill -- at least, that’s what it feels like, considering the act of doing so takes more of a toll than one might think. or, maybe, taeyeon is just kind of nervous. she doesn’t do catching up with people, especially since most of her “friends” have left her alone to do the work she’s more invested in. she lives this comfortable routine of going to work, doing work, and coming home to think about what she has to do tomorrow before she texts her boyfriend an obligatory good night and passing out while the local news plays on her television for the next six hours. 

why she’s agreed to this is somewhat of a mystery. well, on the surface, it is. deep inside, though, she’s reluctantly aware of why she’s allowed herself a catch-up session with someone she hasn’t seen in years. it wasn’t like she and jaehyun were close friends or colleagues; in fact, she’d been his tutor, nothing more. her only real concern with him was (should have been?) his japanese language proficiency, and nothing else. 

still, she knows what her gut is trying to tell her. you’re only putting up with this because you want to see him. if she hadn’t been fond of him before, she wouldn’t have immediately responded yes to his message, wouldn’t have spent half the day fixing her apartment and the other half preparing dinner. if she hadn’t liked him before, maybe she wouldn’t feel this odd, fluttering feeling in her chest that signals all the wrong things. 

she starts when she hears the doorbell ring, and her hands tremble a little when she pats them against the towel. the walk to the door is filled with a string of reprimands to her immature, lovestruck younger self for coming back out at such an inopportune time, and it’s punctuated by her pulling the door open and putting on what she hopes passes off as a pleasant smile. 

“look at you,” she greets, and her voice sounds unmistakably awestruck. “you dress even better now than you did before.”

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a starter for @jaerden (sehun && xinyuan)

sehun usually has good intuition. it’s odd to say that idols tend to have this trait, but it’s more a learned skill that somehow comes with the trade. still, it makes sense, to a degree. as an idol, he needs to be aware of what fans want so that he can give it to them. he needs to be able to know what kind of response to give to prying questions in awkward conversations. most of all, he needs to be aware of when he’s being watched, since he can’t really afford to mess up in any way. 

most times, sehun is on-point when it comes to all these things. right now is not one of them.

however, in his defense, sehun is more distracted than usual. he’s bouncing on his heels at the airport arrival area, trying to keep his legs from falling asleep as he watches groups of people trickle out through the gates. he’s really only waiting for one in particular, but she’s so tiny he could honestly lose her in this crowd. 

still, he has good eyesight, for the most part. it’s the only thing that helps him pick out that tiny head bobbing along with the new group that’s just gotten off the same flight from shanghai. he wants to call out, but he can’t really make a scene here, so he just walks in the same direction, making a beeline for her until he can grip her arm lightly to call her attention. 

his face breaks out into a smile, hidden under the shade of his cap. “you know how i can tell you slept throughout the flight? your hair is all fucked up,” he teases good-naturedly.

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zidaine:

Xinyuan met the prince a few times during her childhood, but the two had never exchanged more than a few words. Though, she had heard of him only too many times in gossip and other ladies’ gushing. He was supposedly incredibly dashing, as well as a playboy who had slept with more women than Xinyuan knew. She had heard that he was crass, and he definitely proved it within 10 seconds of meeting her.

The maids behind her gasp, and she raises a hand to silence Meiqi, the maid she had brought from her own home. The question should offend her, yet all she feels is amused at this moment.

“Your Highness’ curiosity must be a powerful thing, for Your Highness has made the long trip to visit me three times already, two of which he were entirely fruitless.” She smiles, lifting her hand once more to dismiss every maid but Meiqi.

“He was divine,” she answers his question slowly, letting the words sink in. “Your Highness, it’s getting late; I’m sure there are women far more important than Xinyuan waiting for you at home,” she says as she breezes towards him. She stands on her toes, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Though, I can’t imagine why anyone would want to sleep with you. Qiyu tells me you were quite unmemorable; she prefers her elderly toad of a bodyguard over you.”

Once she finishes speaking, she peels herself back and curtsies once more. “Xinyuan hopes she’s fulfilled Your Highness’ curiosity.” This is the last thing she says before disappearing into her chambers, forgetting Xukun’s vulgar comments completely and thinking only of the dinner she shares with Meiqi.

xukun laughs incredulously to himself. wasn’t she being too arrogant? if he was being as prideful as he thought he was being, then wasn’t she being just as much? really, it’s one thing to stop his advances once, but multiple times is another story. perhaps she thinks she’s above him?him, the one who was set to receive the divine mandate when his father passed? the prince everyone loved, adored, worshipped, would give up their lives for?

he places a fist on her door, sure she’s still close to the other side of it. a scoff escapes him, and his fingers curl into his palm, nails digging into his skin.

“your little friend – qiyu?” he scoffs, shaking his head. “she was hardly a woman. a small, snivelling little thing that could hardly take me fully. she was unentertaining, with her stupid voice and her loose pussy.”

his tongue peeks out, gliding over his lower lip slowly. his breathing is hard, burdened by the indignation welling up inside of him. “as for my father, i’m sure you had had a pleasant night with him, if he had been able to get himself up at all. he laughs again, a short, cruel sound that echoes down the empty hallway.

“you might like this little game of cat and mouse the first few times, beautiful, but you should know that i always win. it’s only a matter of time before you’re in my bed, begging for my cock. think about how much longer you could enjoy it if you just stopped playing pretend already?” a smirk tugs up on his lips. “if you do well, i might just keep you a little longer.”

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zidaine:

A starter for @lvttletremors​ [ Yeri && Taeyeon ]

News of the human Sun Tribe’s deceit concerning this year’s harvest of wine grapes had travelled fast. Their leader, Nam Byungho, had decided to keep their successful harvest a secret from the Fox Clan and wanted to present Yeri’s kind with only a quarter of the wine they made for the Fox Clan’s mid-summer festival. His reckless decision was, of course, unacceptable in every way.

Yeri was to give her announcement to her people on how she would deal with the foolish tribe at noon today, despite the fact that she had made already made her choice the day after her messenger, Chaeeun, had delivered it. There was no question about how she should punish the Sun Tribe: she was going to massacre their entire village.

Just like the rest of the immortals, Yeri believed the humans had been created to serve her kind. She was taught from birth that humans were only made by deities to work the immortals’ lands, provide the immortals with harvest, and sometimes, when they could, offer the immortals entertainment and carnal pleasure.

Yet, unlike the other immortals in her own clan, Yeri felt no particular emotion towards the Sun Tribe’s betrayal. She was not resentful of them, nor did she feel that her pride was hurt. Rather… She was amused; she felt as if the humans in the Sun Tribe had foolishly attempted to play a dangerous game with her, one that they were bound to lose in and one that they could pay for with their meaningless lives.

She had been set on her decision to take her prize from the gamble she won against the humans until Chaeeun had brought more news from the humans to her: the Sun Tribe had murdered their own leader for treason, wanted to repent for their sins by bringing in the centuries’ worth of wine they had hidden from the Fox Clan, and lastly, that they would gift fifteen of their fairest maidens to Yeri come mid-summer festival.

Their offer was one Yeri felt no need to decline; there would be no bloodbath this time. 

taeyeon should have felt like this was an honor. everyone had said it would be, especially her mom and the village leader, but it doesn’t really come across to her as one. maybe it’s because she’s so focused on the fact that she’s being ripped from her home and from the only man she’s ever really loved, but that all seems irrelevant to the people who care more about the state of the village  than the life one measly little girl in it.

on the day of The Offering, she’s permitted to say goodbye to her family and friends. she doesn’t really want to, especially because she feels like she’s been betrayed, but she’s a good daughter and kisses her teary parents goodbye. what are they crying about? it’s not like they’re the ones who are going to be trapped on mount wherever with a bunch of boring, demanding gods, being told what to do and never having any kind of agency. 

she visits yilong last, and it’s only then that she really feels her heart plummet past her stomach and shattering at her soles. he looks broken, helpless, exactly the way she feels. they share the longest kiss they’ve ever had (she wagers) before she’s torn away from him and led to join the other fourteen girls. she notes how pretty they are, too; they look like pure, lovely little dolls, dressed up and excited. she wishes she could have the same naïveté. 

the village leader only takes them as far as the gate to the golden city, telling them that he couldn’t lead them further. she seems to be the only person with a problem with this statement, but the others carry on, so she picks up her skirts and hurries after them, trying to keep up with her relatively shorter legs. when they reach the heart of the city, they hesitate as a group, unsure if they should knock at the door or simply wait.

their questions are answered a few minutes later when the doors open, and they’re led into the largest room taeyeon has ever been in. this place is probably larger than their entire village’s land, and better looking, too, and she suddenly feels the overwhelming need to escape. 

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zidaine:

Wedding the Emperor is a wish many women across China are desperate to have granted. They want the affluence, the power, the luxuries, and lastly, they want love. But these four things never coincide at once, and Xinyuan knows this better than anyone else. She’s grown up distrustful of romance existing at all, despite the countless number of boys and officials who have chased her since she was a child. They either want her for her doll-like visage or the political power that her name is associated with.

When her father brings new of her uncle wanting to marry her, Xinyuan is not surprised. For months, her father has been trying to advertise her to further tie his brothership with the most powerful man alive. To her father, Xinyuan is merely another tool he can use to live a more glorified life.

As she makes the stroll back to her quarters of the palace, she recounts in perfect detail the day and night of her wedding. She remembers her husband’s wrinkled hands on her body and the way in which he took her virginity, the way he turned her skin into a canvas of blues and purples, the way he took her without consent and she tries to shake the horrid memory away. She’s gleeful that he has not slept with her for a week and delighted over the fact that she will sleep alone tonight, too.

When she sees Prince Xukun by her door, she curtsies. “Greetings to Your Highness.” She takes note of his handsome features with curiosity. “Has something brought Your Highness to my quarters?”

“so it speaks,” he chuckles, murmuring more to himself than to her. he’s only ever seen her walking around, surrounded by girls waiting on her hand and foot, and he’s grown accustomed to associating silence with her. he notes that her voice is as soft as she looks, as melodious as he must have guessed it would be at one point. 

this close, she looks even frailer than he’d originally thought. a little doubt rings in the back of his mind: perhaps he’d made the wrong choice? girls he liked were a little more durable, a little more accustomed to the kind of fucking he liked, and he’d never really had to take their physiologies into account before. 

still... look at that pretty face. wouldn’t he like to know what that innocent expression would morph into once his cock was buried fully into her pussy? but he’s... getting ahead of himself. xukun isn’t patient, isn’t used to having to wait, isn’t born to wait on others. rather, others wait on him. isn’t that the point of being a crown prince?

“should i have a reason to visit my cousin? or, did you want me to call you stepmother?” he laughs, though without much mirth. “i’m merely here out of curiosity. i just wanted to ask if spreading your legs for my father was all you dreamed it would be.”

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a starter for @zidaine​ [ xukun && xinyuan ]

xukun is more observant than most people think. for instance, he’s noticed the small lilts in the political atmosphere in the palace, despite his teacher’s constant criticism of him paying more attention to breasts than to the ins and outs of the current governance of his father. he’s also noticed that more and more messengers are coming in with news of foreign trade and the good and bad that come along with them. whether he actually chooses to care is another matter entirely, though.

one of the other, more noteworthy things he’s noticed is that his father has a new bride, and the best thing about this observation is that she’s pretty. not in the pretty with a lot of powder, a lot of jewelry, a lot of expensive clothes way, but more in the pretty pale skin, soft eyes, and sweet little mouth way.

pretty in the way xukun likes to mess up.

she’s younger than most of his father’s brides, but that’s more indicative of his father’s odd political needs than anything else. she’s also xukun’s cousin, but that’s also more of a side note than an actual barrier, and he takes the little family thread running through them as perhaps just another little challenge he’ll have to step over. 

he sees her walking down the halls, watches her enter and exit his father’s chambers, but she’s hardly without handmaidens, except when she gets to her own rooms. it’s right by her door that he waits, a patient little smirk on his face, wondering, perhaps, if she’d be happy enough to see the handsome prince lounging about by her door. after all, it’s her honor to receive him, isn’t it?