Letting Eli snuggle back down against him, Soohyun returned to running his fingers through the soft blond locks against his chin, smiling softly at how relaxed and out of style they were. After he’d helped the Ravenclaw get clean after arriving at his house, Soohyun had simply gathered him close, dried him off, dressed him and tucked him away in his arms without another word. And now, the dyed strands were slightly wavy from sleep and lack of styling and it made Soohyun heart clench at how beautiful his Eagle looked in his relaxed state, something which until that moment, he didn’t realise how much he’d missed. He really wished he was still able to see Eli’s eyes, the blond was incredibly expressive, with deep pools that changed colour slightly almost as if dependent on his mood, and until that morning Eli’s eyes had been terrifyingly blank.
Closing his own eyes, Soohyun continued to hold Eli against his chest, listening to the soft sounds of the blond’s breathing, slightly snuffly in his still half-asleep state, and the slight rustle of clothing as he moved, fingers running across Soohyun’s sleeve, the Gryffindor’s fingers twitching slightly as Eli caught the skin of his wrist slightly as he did, the Ravenclaw’s skin such a stark contrast in temperature and texture against his own. So caught up in the feel of his Eagle breathing in time with him, Soohyun barely registered the quietly spoken words, quickly blinking his eyes open as he finally realised the blond had spoken, and, had he imagined him making a joke?
“mm..Yes we are love.” Soohyun murmured, closing his eyes once again as he managed to work out what had been whispered against his chest, hands spanning fingers protectively as far as possible around his Eagle. “My home, my room, my bed. Just us. My sister down in her wing, the house elves probably bouncing round the house, singing to themselves like they always do.” He added, smiling despite himself. He normally spent the holidays alone, or with his sister, trying to coax her out of her rooms to enjoy the ridiculously vast gardens they had, simply to put them to use. But now he had his Eli, and he had so many plans for them this summer, he was going to make sure his blond eagle didn’t have enough time to feel bad about his parents, only had happy memories and thoughts.
Eli kept his ear pressed to Soohyun's chest, the steady and solid rhythm of his boyfriend's heart an aide in keeping his grip on reality. With each word, a gentle vibration ran through the elder's body, crossing over into Eli's limbs where they remained tucked closely to the Gryffindor. He couldn't believe it, rather he could, but it was quite hard to imagine. Soohyun's home, a large sprawling manor they had talked about for quite lengthy amounts of time. But as he quietly looked at the luxurious blankets they were nestled amongst, it slowly began to sink into his subconscious that this was indeed his boyfriend's bedroom. Not that he didn't believe Soohyun of course, he was just a bit frazzled and didn't fully trust his own perception.
"Soo," he murmured, lifting his head slightly and feeling as if everything seemed a bit heavier than usual. "I'm on top of you," he stated. Really he hadn't even noticed until his attention had come down to the rise and fall of the surface on which he was lying and the arms stretched protectively across his upper and lower back. But the more his mind worked through the haziness of the night, the more acutely aware of his surroundings he was becoming. "Heavy?" he questioned softly, still not up to par with his normal speech just yet. But at the moment, he hoped he was understood because he certainly didn't want to be putting his lion in a situation of discomfort on his behalf.
Feeling the blond Eagle relaxing against his chest, all but melting and molding against him and becoming part of him, Soohyun smiled softly and tightened his hold around the thin waist, eyes sliding closed slightly in happiness as their chests rose and fell in sync as if they were one and the same. The feeling was so content, so perfect and natural despite the emotional turmoil still lingering, it was almost as if having Eli so close and breathing with him made the world disappear, heart thumping against his own as if they were conversing and singing to each other, as if his heart was comforting and soothing Eli’s own, just as he himself did the same.
Let someone come, let them see him with his beautiful Eagle sat against him under the covers, even his parents, right now he didn’t care what they thought, everything was worth it, the risk of reactions and accusations and assumptions was all worth it as Eli finally spoke, finally opened his mouth and managed to speak without the sound of imminent break down audible with every word, nothing could take away how amazing and important that moment had been. If he was honest with himself, the only intruder they were at risk of was his house elf, and she wasnt due for another hour or so.
“Of course it’s me.” Soohyun hummed gently, pressing his lips gently to the mass of blond locks currently in his face. “Who was you expecting? my house elf?” he added, chuckling softly, still making sure to keep his voice quiet so as not to ruin the atmosphere, pausing for a moment before reaching up and gently pressing his fingertips underneath Eli’s chin and forcing him to look up at him, eyebrow raising in amusement as he peered into the wide eyes against his chest. “Excuse me Mr. Kim, are you implying I smell?” he whispered, unable to stop his lips twitching at the corners as they tried to smile whilst he aimed to remain serious.
Tired still, more so emotionally than anything seeing as he’d slept more than enough through the night to be functional, Eli fell silent again. This time however, the silence had far more to do with honing in on the feeling of being enveloped in safe arms than drowning in the memories of his disastrous trip home. When he’d first waken up he’d found himself slightly confused as to where he actually was but as soon as he’d hung onto Soohyun he realized that it didn’t matter where they were because he was pretty much guaranteed to be safe.
As his face was tilted upwards, he found himself staring into warm brown eyes. They were close, so close he could practically count the beautiful lashes lining them. And nothing had changed, they were still gorgeous and inviting and protective and brimming with love. And god did Soohyun’s voice sound blissful when he spoke. The gentle tones rising and falling in the most familiar of ways and the melody filtering into his ears as if it was the only thing he could hear.
He shook his head, a gentle blush creeping onto his cheeks. “It’s nice,” he murmured as he snuggled closer and inhaled again. “Just smells like you.” The statement had made his insides laugh, but the sound wasn’t quite ready to come out yet. Even so, he figured his boyfriend knew that he knew it was a joke. “We’re… at your home?” he asked quietly, fingers running along the folds of Soohyun’s sleeve.
The moment that awfully heart breaking noise escaped Eli’s throat, Soohyun found his own voice catching in his chest as he held the Ravenclaw closer, fingers tightening into the back of the broad shoulders as if any less of a grip would drag the blond from his presence once again, the wave of emotional turmoil that was exuding from his Eagle causing his own fear and desperation for closeness to rise.
Making sure his grip, whilst secure, wasn’t strong enough to bruise the beautiful pale skin he loved so much, Soohyun barely blinked as Eli tangle around him and simply rolled onto his back, tugging the younger male with him until he was securely curled up atop him. Sliding his hands down the slender spine, Soohyun gently shifted Eli’s legs either side of his own hips to prevent the Ravenclaw’s calves from cramping up, before wrapping his arms round the narrow hips tightly and held him close, one hand lifting to tuck Eli’s head into his neck, fingers once again playing with the soft strands of hair.
“Shhh…it’s okay baby. It’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe.” Soohyun murmured against the soft shell of Eli’s ear, clutching him close desperately, not always sure what he was saying, just hoping it would help to soothe the turmoil and emotional mess his love was stuck in, himself only finding comfort in the warmth and weight of Eli’s body atop his own, as if the feel was the only proof that his Eagle was safe and there.
He didn’t care about anything else right now, nothing but sorting out his most precious Eagle and recapturing the almost mellow, relaxed and progressively happy atmosphere he had managed to slowly nudge and move Eli towards ever since he’d arrived on the doorstep a drenched mess. If anyone came in now, he knew the situation would look precarious, their current position and relationship status would lead to all sorts of assumptions to outsiders, yet Soohyun didn’t care, all he cared about was keeping Eli close, close enough for the Ravenclaw to feel secure enough to slacken his tight grip.
Still clinging to Soohyun, Eli let the other male roll back and gently reposition him. He didn't fight any of the small, familiar moments but he didn't relinquish his grip on the Gryffindor either. Luckily, the images that had interrupted his dreams were no longer effectively playing out behind his sleepy lids but the memory and feeling still lingered.
Swallowing almost determinedly at the sweet sound of his guardian lion whispering in his ear, Eli instead tried to focus on the fingers carding through his hair. Every time Soohyun's fingertips brushed the skin at the base of his neck he could remember a time when they were cuddling in the common room just because they could. As he let himself drown in those, happier memories, he tried to even out his own breathing to match the elder male's so that their chests rose and fell in unison.
Finally, he felt himself let out a long, slow exhale and along with the breath left much of the tension that had gathered in his limbs upon waking. Burying his face into the soft, warm place at the base of Soohyun's neck, he let his arms loosen so that he was resting on top of his boyfriend instead of nearly strangling him. "It is you..." With his cheek pressed against the elder's skin he surprised himself when he opened his mouth and found that his voice worked this time. "You smell the same," was what came slipping out. It was simple, but it was his voice. And he got it out without stuttering or choking on the words.
Opening his eyes slowly as the sunlight gently filtered through his protective magic shields, Soohyun smiled happily to himself as the first thing he saw was a mass of platinum blond hair, all mussed from sleep and falling across the closed, bright eyes he loved so dearly. Closing his eyes once more, Soohyun allowed himself to breathe deeply, inhaling the soft scent that he’d come to associate with his beautiful Eagle, before gently pulling the younger male against him even more. He was rather lucky he’d installed shields over his bed, the night previous the pair of them had fallen asleep whilst cuddling and he’d forgotten to close the curtains, which when his room faced the sun as it rose, was never a good idea.
The shields themselves were designed to filter most of the light out, and only allow it to reach him at a set time, almost like a natural alarm clock, he knew his Eagle liked to sleep, and more correctly lately his Eagle needed the sleep so Soohyun had altered the shields slightly so Eli wouldn’t be awoken by the sunlight and allowed to finally get the decent nights sleep he needed after the emotional onslaught he’d been through.
Opening his eyes once more, Soohyun looked down at the Ravenclaw and sighed softly, fingers lifting from their position across the broad shoulders to gently play with the soft blond locks, keeping his touch light enough to let the other stay asleep. He was worried, Eli had barely spoken, if at all since he arrived in a muddy, bloody, emotional mess, and Soohyun was starting to miss the soft tones of the blond’s voice, the happiness he used to exude, the way his nose and eyes crinkled as he smiled or laughed, how everytime he was genuinely happy, Soohyun was dazzled by the sight of almost his entire collection of teeth as he grinned. He wanted his soft hearted, warm feeling Eagle back, and the fact he couldn’t do anything to get him was heart breaking.
Twirling the hair gently around his finger, Soohyun leant down and lightly pressed a kiss to the pale forehead before settling back, content to just hold the warm body close beneath the covers that had somehow moved over them in the night, more then likely due to his house elves, enjoying the warmth and familiarity and stark sense of perfection and destiny that came with being around Eli.
Eli swam his way to consciousness the next morning vaguely aware that he was no longer at his own home yet his body was far to tired to move so he lay still, chest moving rhythmically up and down. His mind however, had decided to continually cause trouble, the events of the previous day flickering across his eyes. Suddenly, behind his heavy lids there was a dark sky that brought cold rain against his bare arms but before he could shiver, there was a gentle heats along the side of his torso as he was pulled into the source of the warmth. A few moments later, when there was a flash of the empty house followed by the tangle of weeds that he wanted to desperately to clear, a soothing breeze-like feel swept through his hair.
The dream changed. This time he was standing outside of the dreaded house with his trunk and Ddeuk tucked under his arm. He was touching the ring and then the world was spinning. Right when he thought he’d cry out from the sensation there was pressure on his forehead. A brief but familiar and comforting pressure.Waking slightly, he picked up his head briefly only to turn his face and promptly bury it in the soft warm something that was next to him. He wasn’t even thinking about anything other than the ridiculously comfortable state that seemed to have replaced the nightmare and turned it into a blissful dream until he let out a happy sigh followed by an inhale. And then another because he recognized that smell.
Soohyun.
Fingers curling around his boyfriend’s shirt, he somewhat confusedly forced himself to open his eyes, blinking up at the friendliest and most caring eyes he’d could probably ever wake too. A slightly strangled noise escaped from his lips as he realized immediately where he was and instantly his legs tangled stubbornly around the elder’s. Arms flailing slightly and getting stuck on the blankets, he tried to reach around the Gryffindor’s waist. He wanted to be closer, as close as he could be. He wanted, no needed this part of his dream of his to be true.
CDC #1: Describe your character's relationship with their parents.
"You're going to the head of the household someday. And your mother and I will be proud beyond belief..."
Standing on the edge of the grounds as the fading light swept over him, these were the words Youngsaeng's father had for him. At six all he knew was that he was being told something incredibly important even if he didn't understand the whole scope of the statement. His father's hand was warm on his shoulder and at that moment there isn't anyone else in the world he loved more.
"You have betrayed me. That boy is not my son and he will never be a proper heir to this family..."
Pretending to be focused on his homework, these were the words Youngsaeng heard being shouted from the next room. At ten years old he was old enough to understand the significance, to feel the sting of the blame being thrown onto him for something he had had no control over. Later at dinner, the bruise across his mother's cheek and the way his father will no longer look him in the eye spell out the consequences of the affair in black and white.
"There is no choice other than cancelling the engagement. Until we figure out what to do that boy, we can't have his tainted blood risking the family name..."
As Youngsaeng lurked behind the closed study door, these were the words being whispered in hushed tones. At eleven years old he knew that, up until now, his parents were in the midst of negotiations for an arraigned engagement with a pureblood girl named Naeun. Later that night in the bathroom, he pricks his finger with a pin and stares at the little droplet of blood. It doesn't look any different than the blood of anyone else but somehow it means he's a disappointment, someone not even worthy of being called a Heo.
"Emphasize your last name when you introduce yourself. You must establish yourself as a Heo without any doubts or suspicions.The family reputations lies within your words and actions..."
This is what Youngsaeng is taught by his father, amongst a myriad of other rules and motions he must follow exactly. At thirteen years old, he hates the constant lectures but he obeys knowing that the only reason his father is investing time in him is to try and mold him into someone he can try and convince is his son. At night, he practices over and over in front of the mirror so that maybe next time they'll be a sliver of approval in his father's eyes.
"Make your father proud. You have to earn it with him, he's not going to respect you otherwise. Even I have had to earn back his trust..."
In private, when his father is not around, these are the words his mother hands him as advice. At fifteen, he really doesn't give a fuck what she has to say to him. He's fed up with never measuring up to their standards. He sneaks out from the manor when it rains, feeling the water against his skin and relishing in a life outside the prison he's kept in. He gets caught on occasion, receives a beating and scolding, and then he sneaks back out again a few days later because it's the only way he can keep from losing his mind.
"You will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will excel at your coursework, you will respect the authority figures, you will be a model student, and you will carry the family name."
In his father's office, these are the instructions he receives. At seventeen years old, he listens to everything that is demanded of him. He eats, sleeps, and breathes the stiff and proper lifestyle that he is supposed to. He is an example to be jealous of, one that other pureblood families whisper about during public events. He is honest, respectful, a gentleman, and empty inside. Any rebellious attitudes have long been squelched through rigorous training and mental berating. He is the perfect son and his father finally can look at him.
"We trust you are faring well at school. Continue to set an example, your father and I are proud."
These are the words scrawled on the crisp sheet of parchment his owl drops on his breakfast plate. Living away from home, he knows that the letter isn't actually from his parents for their handwriting is far more elegant and at home he's seen enough house elves sending mail to know better. The message is a guilt trip, a means of keeping him in check. As he reads however, he's not angry. He can't be angry because everything he's been taught is right. Here at school, he sees enough disrespect, lying, cheating, teasing, and other various offenses to be thankful for his upbringing. He's a gentleman, much more so than most of his peers. But then again, they have a sense of security in their own skin that he could never lay claim to.
The truth is, he'd hate his parents... if he had ever been allowed the chance to.
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