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[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? (For Nim pls 💜)
Nimue doesn't know much about love, really. He was young when he was entrapped at the lake, and had never had the bliss of a true love before then. But in the few times he had grown fond of someone, or in the rare occasions in his early imprisonment that his heart would skip a beat over someone that visited for a length of time, he'd always found himself drawn to acts of service. Those that brought him flowers during the dull months where the lake lacked it's brightest colours, or those who he dared let close enough to pluck a stray petal from his hair, or those who would offer to help clear the autumnal leaves from the banks in exchange for their wishes, those were the ones he was drawn to. They grew fewer and further between over the years, and now he's lucky to see anyone at all, but there are still the very occasional few who listen to him, who help, and who he would move the earth for in return.
@star-paths
When Nimue opened those clear blue eyes he would indeed find the dragon nearby the banks of the lake, sprawled out on some rocks like a great lizard sunning itself — though there were no scales to be seen on the male; only the shadow of a mighty dragon aura clinging to his slight stature.
Head propped in his palm, his smile would widen a little as he met the male’s eye, having been lazing on this rock quietly for some time while watching the fae slumber amongst the grasses. He had been contemplating whether or not to wake him, but the youthful stir-craze inside him made it difficult to suffer the boredom when there was such entertainment to be had.
“Have I ever struck you as a man of simple wishes, lake maiden?” He reminded the fae with a lift of a brow, the notch of an old scar there shining smooth in the sunlight.
“Besides, if I wanted you asleep I would have brought you some books from my human collection — they’re good for a yawn; no magic needed” he stretched, yawning himself as if by demonstration.
It should not have affected him as much as it did, when he turned his head among the grass to see Yongjun watching him in such a way. It had been a long, long time since anyone had quite made his heart flutter. Perhaps even enough to dust off the cobwebs there. To rustle the thorned vines he'd had to grow up and around it, to protect him not only from daring to feel for anyone - there had been too many men and women both who'd tried to capture his heart in return for his magic, after all - but to stop him daring to hope anymore. Hope was dangerous, he'd learned quickly. Closing off his heart had been the solution.
And yet, it fluttered.
"No, I suppose you haven't. You aren't much a man of wishes at all, in my experience." he folded his hands over his stomach, sighing softly as his head twisted back to look up at the sky. It must be after midday by now...
The talk of books had his head tilting a little back towards him. Those were also something he'd not dared to open in a long time. he had a small selection, collected over the years. Maybe 20, but most had been warped by the damp conditions, and he'd reach each one so many times he barely needed to open the pages anymore to know what they said.
"Are human books particularly boring, or do you just happen to have a boring collection?" He asked, watching the other's yawn with interest. Everything was interesting when there wasn't much going on, after all, "I can't say I've ever read one."
jihoon was about to open his mouth but immediately snapped it shut at the sight of the vines, remembering one village story about the vibes and how it usually means death which seems a little exaggerating for vines. "can't one explore a new place, mister vines?" the fox drawled as he placed his hands on his hips and stared at the hot vine guy. "i don't see your name anywhere sir."
Vines only meant death to those that were a threat to them, or to whatever they were protecting - and really, only when Namu or the other guardians said so. But he didn't know the other was thinking such thoughts, could only assume he was put off by them in the way the other seemed to quiet for a moment. "You can. Providing your not here to cause trouble, of course." He shrugged, quirking a brow at the other's new pose, and apparently choice of nickname for him. "You won't find anyone's name anywhere. The forest can't belong to a person. But it can have a guardian to protect it. Which would be me."
"believe me you kept me on my toes the entire time, you brat." doyong huffed fondly, his thumbs stroking moss's soft skin and leaned in to kiss him softly and slowly. "but yeah, you've had it the entire time."
doyong went on to explain how love at first sight really meant love at first sight for dragons and it's different than crushes and infatuations. "honestly the first time you were a brat may have sealed the deal for me." he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around the changeling to keep him close. "others may try to sway me but it'll never happen, my eyes will always look for you."
"You might have a slightly masochistic streak, you know," Moss tutted softly, leaning into him with a content breath. In truth, he had one of his own. Different, but... who was he to judge either way? "What if something happened? If I... got hurt or something, would it still be like that? Or could you find love again? Could it transfer onto someone else?"
Moss, of course, had no plans on going anywhere. But it was a lot, really, thinking in such long terms. Not that he'd ever seen himself with anyone else either. Things weren't quite so black and white for him, he didn't have the same natural affinity for love at first sight. But he had fallen for him at first sight. Even back then, even as a bratty kid. He'd fallen, and he'd fallen hard. Loves like this weren't supposed to happen for Changelings, so maybe he was waiting for reality to catch up. That didn't stop him from stealing another kiss anyway.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
Perhaps Nimue shouldn't have been admiring the other as much as he was. It was too easy to get lost in the other's features, in the strange sort of beauty he had that Nim hadn't seen in so long, at least not in such a way that it had made his heart flutter quite like this. And to know that he would visit... Even if it was just for the serenity here? He would take that. Grip it with both hands, in fact, and cling onto it for dear, dear life.
And then came the mention of a wish and... well. As much as it often got tiring granting wishes, he had less qualms about offering one to Daeyang.
"Anything you want," Nimue answered softly, voice barely a whisper. A truth and a promise all at once.
daeyang smiled softly when he looked over to namue, admiring his beauty while trying to figure out how to word his wish, to make sure it will be done the way he wants it to be done. he stood up, leaving his jacket and bag in place to let the pretty siren know that he isn't leaving, and took a look around the area.
"i wish for a small place nearby." daeyang said as he walked over to an area that wasn't covered by the trees and flat but close enough to the lake. "here would be nice. and i wish for you to be able to visit me."
In truth, Nimue could've given Daeyang anything he wanted in any way he wanted it. The trickery came when those wishes messed with his own imprisonment. But this... could it be right on the line? Could it be just enough within the rules that they could be ignored, bent, brushed past?
"A.... a place," he repeated softly, eyes blinking slowly, almost fearful to let himself hope that it could work. Could it? He'd never been told he couldn't have anyone move here, but the way the King centuries ago had hoarded him had certainly given Nimue that impression. And yet...
"O... Okay," he started, slowly getting to his feet too. He didn't want to question him, in fear he'd change his mind. If the building was within the tree line, he should be able to reach, to visit... He held out his hands cupped together, shaking a little in nerves as water began to drift up from his palms, filling them like a bowl. The nerves were making it difficult to hold still, because this? This was the closest he'd ever come to feeling like maybe he could have a bit of the life he'd lost. A friend, if nothing else. "Picture... Picture the kind of place you'd like. The rooms, the... the style. Then... then you just need to drink. And it will be done."
the kumiho yelped as an acorn got yeeted to him, a bit dramatic he would call himself and whipped his head up towards the voice, orange eyes narrowing at the stranger. "make it a habit to yeet acorns at people walking by?"
Ah. Feisty. Namu quirked a brow, tilting his head a little as he twisted a hand to grow vines up for him to walk down to the other's level. "Do you make it a habit to wonder into places you aren't supposed to?" He asked once he was stood properly on the ground, leaning down to pick up the acorn after, and held it out to the stranger, "So I repeat. Are you lost, little fox?"
jihoon ( wooyoung fc ) knows he shouldn't be in the forest, the villagers had told him stories about it but as a mischievous fox himself, he couldn't resist the call and the kumiho snuck out towards the forest, sticking to the shadows in case the stories are true. - for namu pls
Namu was nothing if not a diligent guardian, keeping the forest and the border as safe as he could, but he was also young and curious. So was it any surprise, really, that rather than immediately confront the stranger, he was watching from a branch above his head. Curious little thing... Clever, apparently, given that he was in the shadows. But Namu still had a job all the same, and so he sent an acorn tumbling down from where he sat to get his attention. "Are you lost, little fox?"
o p e n - Echo
"You'll never convince me that pineapple in a burger or on pizza isn't a crime against humanity. And fae kind. And honestly, any species. Fruit should stay far, far away from cheese and meat."
o p e n // (sprinkle - fae prince)
It had been announced to the village that morning. A wedding. A royal wedding. There were songs in the streets, magic floating through the air in motes and spells and celebrations on every corner. The Kingdom rejoiced, learning that their eldest prince, the future King, was to marry at last. In the palace, the chatter and celebration continued. Even those in the know, those who knew the marriage was arranged, celebrated the promise of a fruitful partnership.
But Sprinkle, did not. There was no joy in his heart, no smile on his lips. There was no hope for a future. There was only heartbreak, a deep seated ache in his stomach, and eyes filled with hot, salty tears as he looked up at his older brother’s betrothed. He always tried to be understanding, to appear unaffected… but it was too late for that now.
“Did you know? That this was going to happen? Did you know you were going to marry him when you made me fall for you?”
"My place? I..." She still lived with her parents as she finished out her final years of classes -- their expectations were what kept her away from a social life, and if they saw her bring someone over? She'd never hear the end of it.
"I--" Areum pursed her lips to try and stop herself from refusing again. She wanted to accept the offer badly. Twenty four years and she was still fearful of getting lectured about "distractions" from her studies. She reached out and pressed her hand gently on his arm, forcing out a pained smile. There was about to be another rejection, though somehow her conscious spoke first. "What about your place instead?" Because there was absolutely no way she'd get away with Echo showing up at her home.
Oh... Oh, she was going to say no again. Echo really should've learned by now, huh? He was already swallowing down a lump in his throat, working on pulling up a smile, however tinged with the pain of rejection it might be. He couldn't have blamed her. He knew perfectly well that as far as desirable partners went, he wasn't high on anyone's list. And so he was inhaling, ready to apologise, to tell her it was okay. And then... his place? He blinked slowly, not sure he'd heard right.
"My... My place?" He asked carefully, just to be sure he'd definitely heard that right, "I... I mean, we... we can do that. Are you sure? If you... If you just want to say no, that's okay. But if you want to then... then, sure! There's some good takeout places nearby..." it was only a small apartment - he spent most of his time with his mother in the fae world, after all, but his little human apartment would be more than okay.
Seonghwa looked at the male with an expression that didn’t give much away. “ oh, you again. “ he said firmly. “ I guess you can come in so I can see if my outfit actually fits me this time. “ Seonghwa didn’t reply much after that but he moved out of the way so that the other male could come in. “ so far just from looking at the suit I think I’ll like it. “ He admitted, closing the door behind the male after he entered the place.
There wasn't a breath deep enough in the world to prepare him to walk in, but Echo took one anyway. In so deep his lungs ached, and out in a rush. And then he stepped into the room, peeking through and glancing around, the suit settled neatly over his arm. He'd designed this one himself... Looked at pictures of what the other seemed most confident in, what the new vibe was. He could only hope the fit was right. "I had them send over the most recent measurements a few days ago, to be sure. Everything seemed in order, but I have a sewing kit if I need to make adjustments quickly." he shrugged lightly, clearing his throat softly as he hung the suit on a rail, straightening it out a little, "The colours should compliment your skin tone perfectly, but if you are unhappy with that, well... I suppose I can only apologise."
