Ren Kouha
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Ren Kouha
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‹ ᴏᴏᴄ › ┊yo mutuals like for a starter, eh?
‹ reincarnare ›
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “Eeeeh? What? Can’t you see I’m tired?”
‹ curse-fate ›
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “How about you take me with you? It’ll be fun, right?”
‹ militarystrategy ›
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ "I don’t know how these birds can still fly. They’re so fat they’re fit to be eaten!”
‹ ᴏᴏᴄ › ┊FORCES MYSELF ON HERE TBH if we are mutuals you may like for a thing after i do my other things
Top of head
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ The touch that brushed his hair was gentle, perhaps approving, yet the expression his brother made was slightly lack-lustor. Whims indulged, a chuckle bubbled up from his lips, his own hand reaching out to cup a familiar cheek; though he had to rise up upon his toes to do so.
┊ “ You know… I’m not a little kid any more Mei-nii. ” He said with a playful cant of his head.“ A ‘thank you’ would have sufficed. ”
Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
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“I didn’t know you were really so good at braiding hair.”
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “ Eh. It’s just practise.” The prince replied non-nonchalantly, tying off another segment of hair with deft fingers. “ You should re-do yours more often. It looks ratty. ”
╚┆ ❂ He had a very good bad tendency to cheat, and so it only brings a grin to his face when the shrimp gets competitive. “Sure sure, whatever you say.” I’ve got this in the bag. ┈ ┊╖
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “ I have to admit, I thought I’d be dying of boredom on this stupid ship, not playing cards with some upstart foreigner. ” He spoke casually, slender fingers plucking a card from the middle of the table and allowing his eyes to wander over his hand.
公主; “Eh?” her mood lifted as the tension boke. Kouha wasn’t anything like her little brother but she thought well of him. He was a brilliant warrior and his subordinates would do anything for him. Not out of tyranny but because they all seemed to genuinely believe in him—she didn’t always agree with his treatment towards them but they were his people not hers. A grin suited him far better than serious look and she nodded. “Don’t tell them, Lord Kouha. I don’t want them to get big heads,” pride isn’t a downfall for Lord Koumei and Lord Kouen would probably brush the kind words off.
“A betrothed?” a smile hid behind her closed hand in a delicate fist. She shook her head. “No. I’m afraid that to marry me off before our sisters would be seen as an insult to our allies,” she reasoned. Six of her stepsisters were all used to create alliances. “They’ve never spoken to me about it. Why have you heard something? Or has someone been chosen for you?”
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “Big heads, huh?” He laughed shortly, acknowledging the joke. The prince found Hakuei to be quite similar to the winds she controlled, at times she brought tranquillity and relief; setting fields of grass into a rippling motion, and at others she could be fierce as any squall. Despite her lowered position, she was the ideal model of a princess.
“Mei-Nii told me about some princess from an old line— apparently he wants me to meet her.” He continued, not very perturbed by the subject. “If he decides it’s a good move, then I will serve my family proudly.” The prince tiled his head, eyes rolling upwards as if in thought.
“Though I suppose you’re right... but don’t worry, they’ll pick a good match for you. “ He produced a devilish grin. “Or maybe they’re saving you for something else.”
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‘ It doesn’t go unwarranted. ‘
His outstretched hand then descended and calloused fingers secured the third prince’s shoulder. He held tightly, unwilling to let his brother slip free before comeuppance was given.
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “ Why are you so mad?! You’re already ugly so you have to make effort where you can! ” Doesn’t necessarily try to get away.
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‘ Kouha… ‘
Ominous was his calling of the third prince’s name. He stood behind his younger brother with features cast in shadow.
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “ Eh? Mei-Nii? That’s a scary face... ”
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Shaggy and knotted his hair suffered when put to the comb. The ragged lengths pulled at his scalp, each discomfort eliciting a wince. It became almost impossible to sleep.
‘ Kouha… ‘
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “I’m going to have to start doing this for you every day...” Long fingers carefully separate tangles and frayed ends. The utensil in his right hand follows suit, preening the brilliant red locks.
“When I’m done you can sleep, I guess... “
“I don’t desire any of it so I’ll pass.”
‹ ‘ Kᴏᴜʜᴀ ’ ℛᴇɴ › ┊ “ Lame. Well, I’ve got better things to do then to listen to someone else bitch. ”