winter solstice

Sojin Evergreen, Crown Princess to the Nation of Duur. 24 years old.

[joyies]

Random gifs of lil baby leader Ssozi.  ♡ ♡

[kaermenna]

[insp]

pandora hearts positivity month 2015 day 4 - love

[rgsojin]

by the falls; ft cero

[rgsojin]

— ☾.

No matter how hard she tries to think, to recall a time when her own earth bending could have ever been considered up to par with the demonstration he had just done for her, she was sure nothing would ever come close. Life as a princess left little to no time to fully train, gain the strength and learn the patience needed if one wanted to give a solid and stable performance. She’s left tucking loose strands of hair behind an ear, adjusting her shirt quickly as a distraction.

“I’d practice all the time, if I could,” voice light, yet spilling nothing but the truth. It drifts off gently as he nears her, the space closing between them, but just enough for her to keep clear of the intoxicating warmth he radiates that she’s grown too fond of. “You seem to know what you’re doing, so why don’t you teach me,” she speaks, moving slightly closer to him, and it hits her – warmer than a summer's breeze. “Show me what to do, how to move my body. You wouldn’t tell me no, would you?”

[rgsojin]

[ annoying curiosity ; ]

[rgsojin]

— ☾.

How she wished he never had to experience the hardships that dragged the nations down, into a spiral of violence and heartache. He didn’t deserve it, and if she could, she’d shield him from anything harmful. “Really, once upon a time?” She echos, her eyes slightly wide in question, body twirling in his grasp gently as she turns to face him once more. “Being next in line..isn’t easy, brother. I’d never wish it for you, especially in times as ours, not out of spite, but for your minds sanity. It’s too tasking..”

Her smile disappears, but only for a second, before a it’s gone. If it were another era, she’d know he’d make a wonderful king.

“You being a soldier frightens me dearly. Just imagining you out there fighting in the line of fire, with the possibility of injury or worse-” She starts, but stops herself from continuing. Sojin can’t bare to think that way, she refuses to, being able to do nothing more but pray he’d always be safe. She feels the warmth he radiates as she pulled closer, and naturally, she holds him just as close. “I would, but I know you’d never listen.”

[rgcero-blog]

night light daze ₪ cero;sojin

[rgsojin]

— ☾.

Her breath catches, gently, only for a moment, when her shadow is engulfed in the darkness that claims the sealed passageway, and time is frozen for her as all she sees is black. She would have been scared if not for the hand that reaches directly for her, fingertips gently, but palms tattered and strong. She breaths again, but it’s faster now, unsure of what to do, if she could hold it tighter, if she should hold on tighter.

He couldn’t tell her no, but what if he would want to? She can’t risk it, no matter how strong her urge is. All she can do is live in those seconds, soft thumbing swiftly running over the back of his hand, and she marvels at the texture. All he’d experianced, what he’d done and who he was, could be traced to what she felt, and she wondered.

Before, it had been so fast, her heart barely had time to jump before it was over. Yet, now, the organ was no stranger to erratic beating.

“I know I will,” She mused, her smile’s radiance shrouded over in the darkness that surrounded them. Just the sound of his voice caused a well-known heat to travel up her neck. “I’d love to get something, no matter what it is. As a memento of our time together.”

Her words leave her mouth before she can register their meaning, but it’s too late to cover her flaw. Her hand is let go, and an odd sensation of emptiness replaces the warmth and security she felt only seconds before. She clears her throat, hoping he disregards the last-minute in favor of focusing on his attire. She’s patient, determined to look anywhere but his face, handsome as ever, a look of concentration stealing her breath instantly.

“This all a mystery to me, it feels like there’s so much to do,” She says, her eyes following his frame. Her bottom lip is taken between her teeth gently, and she nods her head happily. “Street food sounds like an adventure I’m willing to embark on.”

[rgsojin]

midnight breeze; ft daehyun

[rgdaehyun]

he can only give a shrug to her words, lacks the energy to unravel them, to piece them together into a response with depth, with texture. even his voice is small when he speaks, as though dwarfed by the weight of her words, their size, the silhouette they impose on his thoughts, large, looming, something that extends much farther than the surface, runs much deeper. though, for her, he smiles as he says. "i’ve never had any secrets, really. i rarely hide anything.” he glances down, runs a finger over the hem of his shirt. "but you've already discovered that.”

then a pause ensues, punctuates the end of one thought, the start of another; but unity is a hard subject. over time he's learned to separate the group from himself, to put them together only when he must, when it's required. after all, he's never thought the royal life is for him, not because of the command of a nation but because of his peers, the people he's expected to listen to, the ones who advise and advise so wrongly. he's never felt connected to the responsibilities of royals because it seems so silly; all the matters of war, death, famine. why not pool together resources to help rather than destroy? these are the mysteries that still haunt him, that make him hesitant to continue down the premeditated road of a prince. and he wonders, too, if she's ever been plagued this way, if the night unlocks the doors to thoughts so they can drown her, surround her like beads of water in a storm.

"it’s quite unique." he offers. "it gives a sense of stability; kind of like safety. it fills up a hole; fixes a need."

[rgsojin]

She was never one to speak out of turn, always watching, waiting, for details and whispers delivered in tones so hushed, it can never be certain whether they had truly been spoken or not. She has known him for some time now, long enough to know his words hold a truth greater than most, because she too shares that with him: truth. Her bottom lip is darkening, between gentle teeth as she lets out a sigh of her own. “It’s good to be honest. As long as you are honest to those who are honest back,” she muses, lips coming to form a line. “It’s what I live by, which is why I hide nothing with you.”

It is something fleeting, the sensations of dread and fatigue she encounters on night where the only ones around are herself and the conscious that never sleeps. Life was never quiet, not for those of royal lineage, how could it. A country doomed for war, civilians hurt everyday, with disaster and fear leaking from the depths of the unwanted, infecting all it touched in its conquest for the end. It is never a question she faces, whether she’s te only one to feel this way, the goal of reaching the throne not one of triumph, but of hardships. Yet, she can never think to stop herself. She wouldn’t dare drop these bricks on the shoulders of a younger sibling, they are only for her to wear.

“It’s what the nations need now, more than ever.” She states, eyes overlooking the darkened skyline. “Some kind of strength to get them through; to get us all through.”

[minahs]

an amused sojin losing it at the guy filling in for hyeri

[wrote-from-underground-blog]

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung (via wrote-from-underground)

[rgsojin]

by the falls; ft cero

[rgcero-blog]

he tells himself that his skin is warm because he's been exerting a vast amount of energy on the punching bag that has his knuckles pulsing and red. her voice is sweet by his ear, and –

and he doesn't want to entertain any of these ideas, moving away quickly and standing beside her to inspect her stance – and not, he tells himself, anything else. cero moves into position, muscles rigid and firmly in place, sure of their position as he readies himself for bending. he thinks it's something like riding a horse: once learned, it cannot exactly be forgotten. "here – maybe it'll be easier if i show you."

cero is too aware that he must look like a mess: hair matted on his forehead, sweat dripping along the collarbones peeking out from under his top, hands wrapped in slightly-dirty cloth and a light flush working its way from under the skin of his cheeks, right to the tips of his ears. whatever fantasies he may have is quickly buried in the name of concentration. his hands form fists and his movements are powerful, precise. the earth rumbles lightly beneath them, roused from slumber, and follows his arms, creates protrusions to act as shields as he summons them to do so, even as his body bends and flips and the ground continues to rise along with his feet. and when he lands again he quiets the disturbed earth, allows it to remain flat once again.

"there," cero says with a slight huff, brushing his hair back from his forehead and allowing his hand to linger atop his head as he gives her a small grin. "shouldn't be too hard, right?"

[rgsojin]

She forces herself not to fidget, not to lean back into the overbearing warmth she can feel, not to turn her head to stare it him and take him all in.

A sigh of relief almost, almost, drifts pasts her open lips, the powerful presence he has moving away from behind her, and her eyes squeeze shut for only a moment. It’s to regain control, to focus back on the matter at hand, and most definitely not to stop herself from her sight being flooded by his figure. She nods her head, a simply confirmation of “Okay” traveling to him.

She’s left in awe at him, at everything he’s capable of, and the possibilities that she’d never be able to perform as beautifully as he. Sojin can tell the movements he made were all he thought of, the look of concentration he wore taking her breath away as the earth shifted beneath her feet. It didn’t matter how messed he looked, or how unkept she was sure she looked. Her eyes were trained on his movements, and after what seemed like a second, Sojin had to catch herself, make herself pay attention and not just admire.

“I hate how you make it all look so easy,” a small laugh leaving her as her own smile mirrored his own. “We’re you an instructor in a past life?”

[rgsojin]

a cheshires smile; ft lucas

[rgsojin]

rgxlucas:

— ☾.

If one knew Sojin, they would know she would never lie unless it was absolutely needed. As she sat next to him, eyes falling on the dimples she’d seen on only one other person before, she found her own smile forming, eyes following in action. He was adorable, with a smile that contradicted his exterior of isolation. How could anyone not want to come over to him and speak, when he seemed the best out of all his brothers?

Her laugh was gentle, fluttering from her chest at his comment, and she shook her head gently. “That’s so odd, seeing as parties must be a regular thing for you,” she spoke, an unasked question present at the end of her words. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she tilted her head. “That’s another reason I decided to spend time with you over them, being the next heir is difficult, and I’d rather not be i the company of those who just want me for power. Be happy you aren’t the next to rule.” Sojin, though young, knew all the troubles that came with rising to power, and she didn’t feel like bonding with someone over them. She was interested in those who were different. Her head nods enthusiastically, her smile a jewel. “It didn’t look like you were showing off at all, I loved it!”

As he introduced himself back to her, she found her smile toning down ever so slightly, but it was still genuine. “It’s wonderful to meet you as well, Lucas-ah.” She leaned forward just a tad. “Of course there’s a need, we have to be polite no matter what!” She responded, her voice playful.

[rgsojin]

[ annoying curiosity ; ]

[digizion-deactivated20151221]

rgsojin:

[ read ]

His antics are well received by his sister, the happiness in knowing that he can still make her smile and laugh despite the terrible times that they’re left in thanks to this war. He thinks that his sister is still too precious to be in this state, and should she ever rise to the throne, what changes would be made then that would determine that they have to go to war or not? It’s like shattering this princess’ ideals to remind her that there are people still suffering, that the royal family lives in a state of luxury while the lower class searches for food and a place to stay.

Some barter to survive.

“I feel i need to enjoy the company of my sister more often, to look to her for her knowledge but still remind ourselves of the days we once had.” His arms come up to wrap one around her and pull her close, and the other envelopes her hand with his to dance around in a gentle waltz of sorts. Sure, he’s a soldier but a prince doesn’t forget a lot of the things that he’s learned over the past two decades and some of his life. “Like the knowledge of how you stay so composed while I feel I must bite my tongue so much. Or how to mingle well with the people.”

[rgsojin]

Without a doubt, Sojin loves her siblings unconditionally, and that was all the same in regards to him. She was the eldest of all their Kingdoms princes and princess, but he had been the second, and with that came a bond formed. He was her first sibling, the one who she’d spent the longest amount of time with, and with that she felt very close to him. It was like their times of youth, endless laughs and running. When had that all ended, terrors of the war and the reality of growing up and falling into place taking away the joy once known? When had the starvation and helplessness many felt, while she only looked upon it from her walls of security, become so real? He was like a rock for her, one she knew she could go to in times of distress.

“Oh, you really are the sweetest. I’ve missed spending days with you, brother, laughing so loud that we didn’t even notice when the sun set,” She smiled. She felt her body be pulled, a dance being initiated, and it was delightful. In a time where they were more carefree, the two danced together often, and even now after so long, it felt as if their last waltz had been just the day before. “Composure should come so naturally to us, yet these days, I find my calm weighing under all the stress.”

[rgsojin]

print scent; ft choa

[rgsojin]

❛ — read.

If there was anyone who could, without a doubt, say they’ve seen Sojin in one of her truest states, that person would be Choa. She was a special exception, someone with whom the princess knew she could trust with her weaknesses and vulnerabilities freely.

Books were something Sojin cherished immensely, and as she reached out for one that had been discarded earlier, pages worn with age and experience, she flipped through it gently with ears trained on the other womans voice. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, always sharp and prepared, even when a royal happens to throw a fit. It’s a good thing you pay such good attention to detail, knowing when to and when not to agitate me is a great skill to have,” She spoke lightly, lips sealed tightly after to quiet the chuckles bubbling up from within. In all honesty, she was serious, grateful for Choa’s sense and care during stressful times.

Through time, the younger had worked hard for the friendship she shared with the blonde, taking care and honesty with her through the trek. In the end, it had all been worth it, worth the time and effort, as she was now gifted the sight of a smile others would surely kill to see.

Yet, the smile she wore before the other slowly dissipated as she heard the next choice of words. “Elv’s crown prince...Prince Aki?” She asked, head tilted slightly as she thought. The news made her feel ecstatic, he being a very close friend to the Durri princess. She could only hope it might happen again, not just for her own wishes, but for the chance of romance. “Well, maybe that was a sign: get out more with others, and start preparing. I’m sure there will be other men whole ask for a dance from a pretty girl like you.”

[rgsojin]

“I wish I could hate you.”

prompt list - “I wish I could hate you.”

Through misted over eyes, a trembling lip soon to follow, Sojin hates that she can’t keep it all together.

If it had been any other person, shedding a tear and revealing her true feelings would be far from the actions she’d take. It takes a lot more to hurt her than empty words, ones chosen in hopes of cutting through a rock hard resolve and stubborn will, yet he can do just that with a simple phrase. One she would never have thought him to say, to her no less, and her heart begins to shred. Sojin had not seen this coming, but from the depths of her sorrow, she knows he isn’t being as truthful as he wills himself to be.

She simply stands there, arms dangling at her sides as she urges her tears to stay in place. She won’t shed tears over something that just couldn’t be real, wasn’t the truth she was living and the lie he was trying to hide behind.

He couldn’t hide, she wouldn’t let him.

“I wish I could hate you,” he says, words low in his chest, as if the very action of them being spoken was a painful thing.

She can feel the tremors radiating off of him from her spot, rooted firmly right before him. Her hand moves on impulse, invading the space she knew was only reserved for her, fingertips alive with gentle touches as they rest upon his discolored cheek. Her thumb works in small patterns, as if to erase the last few seconds of their lives and return to the strong glances and warm embraces.

“Mikhail, you don’t mean that,” She strains, words strong but voice barely there.

“Sojin, I…”

“You don’t. I know you don’t,” her eyes come to life then, a new feeling swirling in the depths of her being as she moves even closer. She’s caught it from him, eyes to intense with thoughts and frustrations she couldn’t possibly fathom without his agreement, and it come right back to that one little word: love. Sojin is in love with the man standing before her, and he feels the same. “If you did, you wouldn’t be here…”

Their foreheads come together, as they have so many times in the past, and Sojin feels at home. No other place had ever made her feel this safe, the way his arms did, wrapped around her so securely she felt he’d never let her leave his side again. She’d prefer it that way.

“Can’t I ever be right?” She hears faintly, but she doesn’t respond. She can feel her face being held gently, his fingers caressing her cheeks in such a delicate manor, it almost seems like he thinks she’ll break with any extra pressure. Her eyes are still glossed over, but the small grin that plays at her lips is unmistakable.

Even as its hidden within the comforts of his own lips, the feelings bubbling in her chest will never leave.

[rgsojin]

“Wanna dance?”

prompt list - “wanna dance?”

Light’s adorn the castle’s exterior, everything light in the ominous orange tinged under glow of fire, mixed with the lulling beams reflected off the moon. The party is at it’s peak, with guests from all over the nation present for this splendid night of worry free times, where so many could forget the troubled lives they lead in the haze of grand dresses and exquisite food.

Yet, her mind is in a far off place, away from the crowd of drunk officials and the swooning women they heard. It’s all too much, the party, the crowds, the music— she can’t stay another moment. Not with the thought of war still ever present, not with violence and famine and death all just around the corner for any poor soul who happens to make the wrong move. She feels her spirits lowering even more, the thought of loved ones being hurt.

She hates it, hates how small she feels.

Her mind is like a chest, locking up and hiding away anything with a will to slip out, and maybe that’s why she doesn’t hear him approach at first, steps soft and presence gentle. Even in war, there had to be some level of peace, otherwise members of the the Suryan Court and Royal line would not be in attendance.

“Prince Daehyun,” She’s quick to recover, a seemingly regular smile placed on her lips, but she knows he can tell by her eyes.

He’s the same as she is, in a sense. He doesn’t want this fighting, this violence, this death— he wants it all to end.

He breaks the silence between them, a simple question she has no reason to refuse. “Wanna dance?”

Sojin stares for a moment, mind in wonder how he can mask his feelings and thoughts so well, a true master of the trade. At least, to her he is. She can hear the music from their spot on the empty balcony, and it’s soothing. Lulling almost, and as she takes his outstretched arm, she figures her worries can be tended to another night.

“Okay.”

[rgsojin]

“No flower or scenery can compare to your beauty.”

prompt list - “no flower or scenery can compare to your beauty.”

[ Duur; 1475 ]

It’s an action that never fails to leave a smile lingering on her lips, so vibrant with natural rosy pinks, hues matching her cheeks as her eyes are squeezed shut tightly. She’s crying, but for all of the right reasons. He’s at it again, the nonsense and shenanigans he’d play on days when lessons and etiquette were not needed.

On days like these, they were allowed to be children.

Duur was full of life back in these days, where Sojin was just a small girl of 7, twirling around in her endless seas of dress and love and laughter, her heart expanding with every new edition to the family her mother and father would bring. She was happy, and so were her siblings, prancing around the royal garden in a frenzy of springs flower petals and cool breezes.

“Sakai, can you do it again?” She pleads, eye rounded to mimic that of a puppies, one she knew she could get away with. He may have been younger, only 6, but she knew how to work around him and his silly antics. “Please?” She adds just the highest of pitches to her words, gently clinging to the younger, but tallers, arm.

Her hair, loose from it’s confines long ago, is littered with rose petals, and she can practically see the wheels spinning in his mind.

“No flower or scenery can compare to your beauty,” He says, words almost monotone, but betrayed by the boyish grin spreading across his face. She’s ecstatic, her cheeks burning red even brighter as she lets out a laugh. She can hear the faint, childish giggles of Kyungsoo and Naeun, playing with themselves near an old boulder.

Her laugh had died down, and she’s pulling him off to the next thing, the next game they can enjoy, but she whispers playfully. “This is why you’re my favorite brother.”

[pinkhot]

gorgeous sojin introducing herself to their japanese fans.

[rgcero-blog]

“Please, don’t leave.”

prompt: “Please don’t leave”

in hindsight, cero should have expected this to happen.

indiscriminate touches, split-second glances from across the room, along the hallway, heated kisses exchanged with the rustle of leaves and the rush of a waterfall providing a musical score to reciprocated passions. to cero all these were enshrined in memory, in fragments that begin with something mundane and end in something extraordinary.

it’s easy to forget, in these horribly brief moments, that the war is not raging on, and that he has an obligation to protect her in ways that don’t necessitate standing by her side.

“please don’t leave,” she says, hand over his heart like she’s ready to let him swear by his soul that he won’t.

they both know that he can’t.

“sojin…”

“i appointed you my personal bodyguard for a reason,” sojin points out, looking at him with eyes so warm and full of life and longing and everything he wishes he could see everyday. his heart beats against her palm and they’re side by side and his forehead is against hers like he wants her to hear every i don’t want to leave and i’m afraid i might never come back. it feels like something he’s done before and feels like something he wants to do for the rest of his life, without the grief and regret for things that haven’t even happened yet.

“i thought that was because you just can’t bear to be away from me.” his little quip hits too close to home. she says nothing, then, and closes her eyes and presses her skin against his own much more insistently. they are tangled limbs and heated skin and never-leave-my-side-please. “sojin, you know that —,”

“you have to?” sojin supplies; the pads of his fingers press against his chest, wanting to take possession of the organ that beats for her touch alone. “for what? the country? for me? you hold so much weight on your shoulders, mikhail. don’t let me be another burden.”

sojin has a nasty habit of making him remember that, once a upon a time, he had been anything other than a weapon. that maybe he can be human again, if she kept reminding him, if she kept coaxing out the side of him that could feel fear for his own life.

and he can’t answer for a long while, because he simply doesn’t know what to say.

“i promised you…” he begins, as if taking a cautious step on a balancing beam, “that i would live for you. and i intend to keep that promise. but i also can’t stand the thought of the enemy knocking at your door, and all i’m doing is holding it closed.”

sojin frowns because he’s right.

“c’mon,” he laughs lightly, cupping her cheek in his palm. her hand comes over his knuckles, fills the spaces of his fingers with her own. “you really think i’m gonna leave you alone after all…this?”

“just…promise to come back.”

cero kisses her instead to keep himself from lying.

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