Sindanóriello caita mornië

Crowned Prince of Oiomurë. Elf. Ancient. RP Blog, 18+/21+ cr.

[ruivion]

leejieun-ia​:

For angels it was…different. 

“I can honestly say I don’t know.” She sighed, voice just above a whisper as she leaned back letting her head rest against him as he held her again. “The angels I know like me haven’t been fortunate to escape Heaven’s watches often. The angels that do hide away never to be seen lest they too get caught. There’s no one like me to…well too know what happens? It’s like reading a book where you know some of the story and plot but much more of it is redacted and you have to guess your way about it.” 

The mention of a kinder, less troublesome fiance had her smiling, eyes moving to glance up at the elegant face beside her somewhat amused, somewhat in disbelief. 

“Oh Adar I can’t imagine you being kept out of trouble. It seems to amuse you especially when you taught at the academy. Don’t think I didn’t hear whispers of your days in the teachers room slowly stirring the pot to see what would happen. I do think that fiance was probably what you needed to know both sides of the coin. Kind and caring, versus the wild and free who stole your heart later.” 

“Does it scare you? Not knowing the story or the plot... Having to really light the path in the darkness yourself, as it were? I find you brave, Jieun - I do not think there is much braver than what you do every morning, choosing to open up to others over and over again even if you might get hurt.”

He stared down at her for a long moment, lips curled at the corners in an answering smile, something going soft in his gaze. It wasn’t as if he would ever admit to it, but he did like being her... adar, of sorts, of the same kind of bond he had with his other half-adopted daughter. Ruivion could count on the fingers of one hand the amount of people he would willingly visit this realm for, and Jieun was one.

“We do have fun, that dragon and I. I would be bored, if he wasn’t there. I hope you have fun, too, darling, with this man of yours. With whomever you see fit to share your time with.”

Jieun was warm, pressed to his side, and he drew her in a little closer so he could rest his cheek on her hair and press a kiss to her temple. She smelt faintly of something floral, the scent reminding him in roundabout circles of their days spent bickering in hospitals, and then of his home, and then...

“Ah.” He paused, and chuckled. “I am in love, after all. Did you know?” 

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leejieun-ia​:

She took another sip, followed by a deep breath as she willed away the tears dabbing her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. There were so many reasons that constantly appeared in her head on why things would fail. Some were pessimistic and silly, easy to ignore while others were much more realistic and a constant nagging tune.

“I suppose when you’ve spent vast amounts of time believing ones sins will bring their ruin, its hard to break that train of thought. I’m not exactly the moral code for a good person or one who deserves a happy stable relationship. I’ve done things, the very things i used to condemn souls for, hell I’ve condemned them for less. I sometimes feel like ticking bomb, waiting until it will all catch up to me. “

Mystery man, that brought a smile to her lips. He really was a mystery in many ways, one she had quickly become intrigued by. A snark filled, doe-eyed faun with no filter and a warm heart.

"I think he does, he makes me want to be better, try harder and just not do anything dumb to get myself into trouble…the latter is a bit more difficult than I anticipated but I’m…learning.”

“... SIns of the past, sins of the future.” He could understand. Commiserate, in his own way. His had not been a happy life. “How long will you let them hang over your head? Even a seer cannot see all futures; your choices build your own moral code, make what is right what you seek it to be.” Not that he could understand, of course - his gods were corporeal, nightmares made real under the great shadow of the mountains and in the glint of moonlight through the treetops. But he could try, he wanted to do that much, for Jieun. 

“Or is that not how it works, for you? Is your path... fated? I am sorry, anel... we live in different worlds, with different kinds of gods. I have heard some believe their gods have already cast all their lives in stone, so whatever decisions they make - what sins are visited upon others by their actions - are not of their own choice? Ultimately like puppets on strings?” He paused, still considering whether to pretend he had not noticed her watery eyes, and wrapped an arm back around her shoulders.

“I’m glad someone is looking out for you, though. Your own guardian angel?” He chuckled, then, and took another sip of his drink. “I had a fiancé once, you know? Before we met, long before I met Tsabsmedis. He was good for me, in a different way. Kind. I think he would have kept me out of trouble, too... But that path didn’t blossom for us. These days I compete with a dragon to see which of us will get in more trouble first.” 

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leejieun-ia​:

Its only a word

It was easier to think about when it was put that way and she found herself nodding a few times at that, eyes closing for a moment as she let out a breath she hadnt realized she had even been holding.

Drinks were refilled, glasses clinked and as she brought her glass to her lips his next question had her freezing in place. There was the question question she had been dreading, a question that often kept her awake at night because she knew the answer she should say while the truth was less easy to swallow.

"I…haha,” the laugh sounded embarrassingly hollow in her ears and much to her dismay her eyes clouded with tears as she took a sip of scotch.

“Yes? No? I want it too, so badly. I want to believe it will with all my heart. Maybe? That question is awfully mean you know. ”

He hadn’t meant to make her cry.

Well.

No, that wasn’t fair. He hadn’t set out to make her cry, which was to say that he hadn’t set out to not make her cry, either, because he was asking questions that he should have been asked, too, when he sat where she did. It was almost as if nothing had changed; tears and scotch. He supposed that it would remain a staple of their relationship for as long as either of them lived.

“I know,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to her hair in apology. “And I’m sorry that I’m not sorry about it. Why do you think it won’t last, Jieun?”

Sure, he made an assumption. Maybe this all did hit a little too close to home - it had been a few years, but what were a few years to a couple thousand? He had a long memory, and he remembered too well the beginnings of his own relationship (he was still stuck in the beginnings, really, for an elf and a dragon could both move incredibly slowly). 

“What about this mystery man of yours? Does he... make you better?”

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leejieun-ia​:

This was exactly what she had needed even if it wasn’t the easiest conversation to swallow. Ruivion want coddling her, he wasnt pretending their relationship was the best thing or the easiest, his honesty was refreshing, eye opening and helping her to see all relationships had their ups and downs, that was just normal.

She started to answer his question and then stopped, lips shuttting in a line as she considered it. She had never thought that maybe the problem was herself trying to run. “I…I don’t think i would leave. Sure its scary, sometimes, but being without him would be just terrible.”

The next confession had her nose wrinkling up as she made a face. “I have to say, burning heart, not so cute. Ive been burned my fair share; holy fire.. just not fun.”

As for whether she thought the relationship was lovely. “I do. I really actually do. There are times when I’ll catch myself being or doing the exact couply things I so often rolled my eyes over years ago and I'llvthink to myself "ah, so this is how it feels to be a true sap.” I feel joy just sitting with him, listening to him hum, watching him make sarcastic comments about those around us.“ Turning a bit so she could relax against him, she smiled. "Just exisiting with him makes me happy.”

In all honesty, he had grown rather fond of that heart. Or the memory of it, at least - it had healed, eventually, disappearing like all his scars would. But such was the folly of love. Perhaps, with enough time... well, they were never meant to be normal. 

“As long as you don’t run away, and since he won’t either, it can’t hurt. If you’re sure, that is. Love is a short word that means far too much, none of it seemingly quantifiable. But it doesn’t define anything... it’s only a word.”

Listening to her speak... they were so similar, in this way. “I was the same,” he said, half laughing. “I wanted nothing to do with love; I didn’t think I was capable of it.” Really now, they had meant to burn it out of him. He wanted a refund, plus interest for the sheer irony of the fact that he’d fallen for a dragon. “Just existing, right? I feel the same way. It makes everything else worth it, somehow.”

There was a lull in the music, and he took that cue to reach out and top up their glasses, jokingly clinking his against hers in a cheers before downing it. He ruminated on his unexpected relationship often, sure, but he didn’t often share those thoughts. 

“Do you think that happiness will last?” 

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leejieun-ia​:

Goodness gracious he spoke of sex like it was a circus act and knowing the two men she was hardly surprised and in fact could imagine it.

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She smiled softly, a soft half laugh rumbling in her chest at the thought of a blushing Ben. “See, so sweet the two of you even if it didnt start that way. I envy you really.” She sighed, eyes closing a moment as the singer crooned about lost love and one that got away, fitting for the mood.

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“Even thinking about saying it chills my blood. I know he wont leave if I say it, but part of me just keeps imagining he’ll disappear, like the rest.” It was a silly hangup, the one “curse” she had actually begun to believe in, until it felt too real. “Do you ever wonder, how did we come to be in such lovely relationships with such personal struggles?”

“Don’t.”

It was a knee jerk reaction, really, but he did mean it. Their latest argument was fresh in his mind; these days it felt as though he could write a treatise on romance, affection, and the unwanted spectre of a relationship he had not planned on or sought for yet had come knocking on his door regardless. 

“Sorry. Don’t, though, envy us. We fight a lot, Jieun. We fought and we are still fighting over this, because he is as old as you or I. and he does not understand emotions any more than we do.” They fought for it, too, even if they didn’t want to, at times. “It’s hard, and often I want to give up.”

But that wasn’t his choice to make, stuck in the nightmare horrorshow of fate as he was.

“Do you think it’s more that you’ll leave, if you say it?” He was thinking out loud, but he meant this one, too. “I love Tsabsmedis, but our relationship is only lovely from the outside. Some days I want to strangle him.” He smiled down at her, tone softening his words. “For a while, his idea of romance was burning a heart onto my skin. The real question is, anel, do you find your relationship lovely?”

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“Nothing,” The word was spoken without hesitation and she knew without a doubt she believed it. She wasnt sure if he knew everything in her life past and present whether the faun would stay, but something told her he really would. There was no judgement between thw two of them save for when one or the other did something hilariously dumb, but that was expected. “Hes not perfect, but neither am I, so far from it actually, but he accepts me, downfalls and all.”<p>

If anyone else had told her they would walk away for her if needed, she would have assumed the liquor had finally gone to their head, but not him. She knew he would do it, be there should she ever call with minimal questions asked. Her heart swelled with affection for him and she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

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“They have something called a switch these days for distractuons Adar, just say you enjoy the constant sex like a tiring sport, I’ll understand.” She snickered softly. “Can I ask…when did you tell him? Or did he tell you first?”

Big blue eyes blinked at her for the kiss, nonplussed, before he barked a laugh and wrapped his arm back around her, squeezing her in tight. It was so good to see her again; it felt comfortable. Cozy, like coming back to an old haunt, like the beginnings of a familiar melody.

“I enjoy the almost nonstop sex, is that what you want to hear? It’s acrobatic, fun, and I don’t have to go for a run to get cardio in anymore.” In his defence, she had asked for it. And for what was coming in next, too, because he was committed to giving as straightforward an answer as he could to her questions, for tonight.

“When I told-? Ah. Do you know, I don’t remember?” And it was the truth. It had seemed almost trivial at the time, because he already knew before either of them could say it to each other. Or, perhaps, they’d not even bothered to at all, and then somewhere along the way the word ‘love’ started to drop into their conversations (he did say it, now, so it must have happened). 

He shook his head. “But I do know when I first realised that I was in trouble. He disappeared on one of those trips of his, back then... off to do something illegal, no doubt. And when he came back, I told him I had missed him. The silly dragon turned the most endearing shade of pink.” 

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leejieun-ia​:

There were few things a nice scotch couldn’t help, including deep diving head first into the feelings you had been repressing. Her eyes fell the drink Ruivion had poured, nodding in agreement as she tapped her finger on the rim.

“I do try to be vulnerable with him. He learned about the nightmares, the cleaning obsession, and he didn’t run, even I was surprised by that. Its not always so desperately hard, there are just things.”

Her gaze darted back to him at the question, waiting to hear just what he was proposing and at the question she snorted softly. “You’re asking the cursed angel if such behavior is a blessing? Really darling.” She knew what he meant by asking but still it was kind of hilarious. But the liquor while far from making her drunk, was making her comfortable and she had always trusted discussions with him.

“I think, its as close to a blessing as one can get outside of Heaven. And if not careful it could be the curse you wouldnt wish upon your enemies.”

As she spoke he hummed his agreement, gaze almost distant as if he were elsewhere for a moment. He understood, in his own way - the things that he’d laid bare, his traumas and vices alike. It wasn’t as though Tsabsmedis was a saint himself, which- ah.

“Do you think there is anything he could tell you that would make you run?” It was a question born of three parts curiosity and one part amusement, as if he knew the answer before he’d finished asking. Or, rather, he knew the answer he would give about himself, were he to be asked.

“You’re far too sweet to be cursed, dear.” More teasing, and he stuck his tongue back at her in reply. “You’re a step of ahead of me, then. I considered it a curse for a long time.” He still did at times, if he was honest with himself. “But you have a choice, you know? You can always walk away if you want to... even if you feel as though you cannot. You can always call me, at least - I’ll walk away for you, if needed.”

Here he paused again to take another gulp of his drink before letting his head tip back to stare at the ceiling. Sighed, and then chuckled at himself. “Falling in love is horrifying. Like a nightmare, except I do not sleep and there is no escape. And it never seems to stop... Honestly, Jieun, sometimes I fuck just for the distraction.”

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leejieun-ia​:

Well this was news to her! Sure the two had snipped at each other a bit, the sarcasm was always high but that was also their personality and she had found it normal being quite the sarcastic one herself. She smacked his arm, of course he’d have been in it for the rough sex, that she had caught onto early between them. They didn’t exactly hide their afternoon delights from the world, or their daughter.

It was almost scary how accurate everything he was saying mimicked exactly how she had been feeling. Jieun had been in her fair share of relationships, but none of them had been like this. She had slowly learned to depend on Changmin, come to rely on his presence in her life and the more time they spent together the more she realized just how much he meant to her.

“Its…terrifying, truly. I’ve never been one to rely on others more than I needed to. I mean small things sure, or to help me break from a hospital bed.” She offered a teasing smile up at Ruivion. “But having help, and falling for another person, thats two different things.” She sighed, head shaking as she reached for her glass downing the remaining liquid.

“I need a scotch,” she flagged down the bartender again. “Feelings are so difficult, so irritating. Anger I can manage, sadness is a mess but I mean chocolate cures all. But..but these, I’ll never get used to them.”

“What?!” He burst out laughing when she hit him, startled out of his spiral into the intricacies of his ridiculous relationship back to present time, place, and company. “The sex is still great, if you’re curious. I would elaborate, but I don’t think you want me to.”

He could, though. Shamelessly, and in great detail.

Regardless, he spared Jieun the horror, instead choosing to smile back down at her as he listened. It sounded all too familiar; hit a little too close to home, really, and in a way that made his hairs stand on end and triggered his fight-or-flight reflex. But he didn’t budge - now wasn’t the time for that. Instead, he pushed his card at the bartender and ordered a bottle for the both of them, watching the man walk away before he spoke again.

“Vulnerability is hardest when we are already falling, I think. And not only out of trees.” He teased back, but he also meant it, and so he settled again, pouring them both a new glass of amber scotch. “Life was a lot simpler when I felt nothing. Or, perhaps, I was only fooling myself into believing I felt nothing, but regardless it made the world seem a lot clearer.” A pause, to savour the burn of alcohol that wouldn’t really get him drunk.

“Do you think,” he started, slowly, words unfurling like flowers in a breeze, “that this is a blessing, or a curse?” 

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The scandalous nature wasn’t lost on her! Her small crush had begun after he had begun teaching though she had the sense not to act on it…completely…sometimes. Friendship had bloomed first and later on feelings. She wasn’t a complete harlot, just little one. 

Slender fingers clung lightly to the soft fabric of his shirt as she leaned against him nodding. It felt good discussing this with someone who had been around long enough to understand the challenges of feelings and long life. His advice was good and true. He was worth everything and more to her and now that she had him she was not going to let go. 

“Oh, he’s stubborn alright, and sarcastic and his wit matches my own.” She laughed softly not wanting to disrupt the singer. “But what made you fight against yours Adar? You two are really just…match made when I see you. I used to be so jealous of how your eyes beheld each other. Like no one else was in the room.”

She was (he would never tell her this, mostly out of certainty she’d hit him for thinking it) really so sweet. If he thought about it, Jieun was the one person he would never have minded seeing again in this realm, even if it had been unplanned. She’d chosen to adopt herself, really, but it wasn’t as if he’d protested, exactly, and listening to her light voice made the smoky, dim lit bar seem cozier.

Even if she was asking questions he would rather not answer.

He could feel it, curled in around his heart. Unasked for, and even unwanted, at first - the proof that both he and his dragon were the punchline of some kind of cosmic joke where two people who wanted nothing to do with romance had had one forced upon them. A truly romantic sort of one (the kind that only appeared in fairytales). An obnoxious, ridiculous soul bond.

“Did you think so? We fought… a lot. Honestly, I’m surprised we never got charged a bill for repairs. It wasn’t-” He paused. “No, that’s not quite right. It was fun, but you know me. I thought I was signing up for a lot of rough sex, not a permanent attachment that borders on myth.” One he preferred to ignore, still. “I was scared. I feared the idea of love, of any kind of emotional attachment to someone else. Of relying on another, especially when betrayal is inevitable.”

Would he be this candid if it wasn’t Jieun? Possibly not. But she had asked, and he’d never offered to teach her because he was altruistic, or out of duty to being employed as a teacher. He liked her, plain and simple. Jieun was, for what it might be worth, family.

“I still fear it, you know? Turns out there is nothing quite like handing my heart over to another to put ice in my veins.”

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“I met him at the academy, he’s been a student, briefly a teacher though I tease him for that one and he’s a student again.” He had a nice way of teaching things but with how much he disliked people she had always wondered how his students hadn’t been on the offending side of his hoofs. 

As she spoke of him she found herself smiling, joy radiating from the expression as she nodded once, twice, glanced up at Ruivion before acknowledging the question. 

“I always thought I was happy before you know learning to reuse my abilities, gaining my wings back, living apart from the rules of the heavens. But none of that compares to now.” She paused, lips pursing for a moment before a small sigh. “I’m almost too happy. I always feel like it’s a dream you know? And suddenly I’ll wake up and realize the happiness wasn’t real. It’s silly isn’t it?” 

“Once a teacher! That’s rather scandalous of you, Jieun.” Not that he could remember any teachers that had chosen to become students instead, though it had been a while. Time passed so quickly, here. He couldn’t imagine voluntarily attending classes at his age, and a grudging respect formed for whichever mystery man had gotten Jieun’s attention. Not that he wouldn’t be- well, it wasn’t any of his business, even if he did want to pressure them, just a little.

Instead of prying he blinked down at her for a moment, truly hesitating this time, and then hummed as he wrapped his arm back around her shoulders and tugged her in closer.

“No,” he said, finally, pressing a kiss to her crown. “It isn’t silly. Our long lives are not always happy; we are not always allowed such small joys. So when they come… When they come, often they are difficult to believe in.” Blue eyes bore a hole into the middle distance; he let time hang, just long enough for the singer on stage to start their next song. “But if it’s worth it, I know you’ll fight for it. For what you deserve, anel - you have always had that within you.”

He laughed, then, quietly, the sound like a bubbling brook. “I fought against my own at first, although I hope your lover is not even half as stubborn as mine.”

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leejieun-ia​:

She was laughing again, memories of his time at the academy rolling through her mind. He had seen her in her highest moments and far too many of her lowest. She had clung to him much like a moth to a warm flame.

“Its a wonder I have any bones left after all the times you helped me escape. Though to be fair, you and I both know human doctors wouldn’t have been able to fathom the quickness in which I heal and staying would have caused nothing but problems.” Now when he helped her escape the campus doctors, that had just been from spite and her hatred of the nurse.

His next question had her cheeks flushing, eyes dropping to the table for a moment before she let her head rest on his shoulder. The room grew a bit softer with the singer taking a break and a lag in the music. Oh how much they had to catch up on.

“Well he doesn’t let me fall from the trees anymore, but he does have a way of rescuing me even when I dont realize I need it.” She sat back up lips pulled into a soft smile as she took another sip from her glass. “What gave it away?”

“Very true,” he acquiesced. Part of him wanted to point out that if she had done some of her antics in less public spaces human doctors wouldn’t have gotten involved at all, but he wasn’t in the habit of throwing stones in glass houses. He remembered his youthful escapades as clear as day (never mind that he very well could be younger than her). At this point, Jieun felt like his daughter and that was enough.

It had been a bit of a stab in the dark, but… he listened to her confession, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he hid a smile against her hair.

“Oh, there is someone~? Nothing gave it away until you told me, darling - didn’t I teach you that in class? Hold all cards to your chest until you’re sure.” Of course, he considered them close enough the rules hardly applied, but he couldn’t resist teasing her again. There weren’t many, after all… he could count them on his fingers.

“Who’s the lucky man? Are you planning to let him stick around?” He paused, then, almost hesitating, and softened his tone. “It is a rare thing, someone who can rescue you before you know you need rescuing. Are you happy, anel?”

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leejieun-ia​:

Well it was true she was no dragon, and therefore she had a leg up on Ben…well maybe not considering she was technically a criminal, but she did look quite normal.

“Oh you know how I love a good wedding, and as your child I do still wish to be the flower girl!” They had discussed it before and she still thought the idea hilarious but there were few things she wouldn’t do to wear pretty clothes, and she could only imagine how beautiful they would be.

She had finished off her brandy and as if on cue the bartender was at her side removing the empty glass and setting down another, this time whiskey. She picked it up taking a sip with a content sigh. “I’ll have you know im at the top of all of my classes! I study! Sometimes. Insomnia is good for studying though the brain fog is a real tart. I finished a round of battle tactic exams today and thought I deserved a drink. And now I’m glad i came because I would have missed seeing you if i had stayed there.”

Jieun didnt often leave campus unless the urge was as strong as it had been the last few nights. Of course the charm she carried made it easier to stay under the radar but still it wasnt completely danger free. “I’m glad Ben had illegal business tonight. Will you be in the city long?”

“Of course, you could even recruit your own little armada of flower girls if you so choose.” He was in no rush, after all. The dragon... He had made sure the dragon would be sticking around for a long time yet, even if his methods were legally and morally dubious. He had promised his fiancé something around when he would finally take the throne but he had no definite timeline either way. 

Ruivion couldn’t help himself, though - he watched her with an odd intensity as she spoke, weighing up the way she gestured, her choice of drink, her words and tone and their colouring of his mind’s eye. She seemed... well enough. If anything, he was glad to see her off campus - surely it was good for her to get a change of scenery after so long. 

“You and I both know whilst you’re utterly capable of topping your classes, you don’t always do it by studying.” Still, he chuckled again, fondly, his eyes glittering in the low light. “I am glad, too. And I have no idea; this time feels as if it may be a few months yet. Why, do you have plans for me? I refuse to rescue you from any more unsuspecting doctors because you have decided to fall out of a tree.”

He paused. Took a sip of his drink, then peered out at her from under his lashes, almost sultry, an eyebrow arching. “Or is there someone else who will rescue you now?”

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leejieun-ia​:

Now things felt like they used too. She had always felt so small when with him, honestly the man was a giant, it was unfair. Her arms wrapped around him as tight as they could, squeezing him a some last of her brain whispered that perhaps this was just an illusion. But the way he held her back cast all doubt away. This was real and he was here.

She kept her eyes down suspiciously longer than needed until she was sure tears weren’t going to erupt from the hug, but the invitation was too curious not to look up at him.

“Safe you say until I cross the border and they dethrone you for bringing such a chaotic wreck into their midst.” She laughed softly arms loosening just a small bit from around him. “A visit to Oiomúrë does sound quite lovely, I had always dreamed of seeing your realm outside of just stories.” She shuffled them back to the table this time sitting next to him.

“Seeing you in all your Princely glory im sure would also be quite the sight.”

He gave her a last squeeze before relinquishing his hold, though he still reached out when she sat to bop lightly at the tip of her nose. He really had missed her - she looked better, now, more solid somehow. Or perhaps he was starting to really understand that she was there; they might both have forever to meet again, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still miss her.

“Even if I had the throne now, they still wouldn’t... Jieun, I brought a dragon home.” He paused, trying to find the right words, only to end up chuckling at himself and burying his face in his hands to muffle a long sigh. He could hardly help it, the way he heart still beat a little faster. Damned fates. “If for nothing else, you will have to come for a wedding. Whenever that may happen. I’ll be in some form of glory then, I’m sure.”

The thought of her seeing him as he was without the disguises... he had to laugh again. The robes, the hair, the sheer amount of skin he tended to have on show when he felt like it. Well, at least she would be entertained.

“You could meet your almost-sister, too. But nevermind that... what are you doing here? Should you not be studyi- pretending to study?”

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leejieun-ia​

Well that certainly sounded like Ben and the two of them together. Though Jieun never knew fully what the dragons line of work was, she had always known it was something you didn’t say aloud lest the wrong ears heard. So exciting.

They both knew she wasnt above hitting people especially in these moments yet she was being somewhat civilized. “The bar owner has me in a strike system for violence. Three months with no occurrences and i get a very nice scotch.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice for a hug, honestly it had almost been instinct to take one the moment she had spotted him but she had stopped herself. Sliding out of her chair she smiled at him again, arms opening wide.

“But i want a real one, none of that sitting down hugging nonsense. You…you missed me so show it!” At least she hoped he did, because she had missed him.

Really now, it hardly sounded like her to let something like a bottle of scotch and a promise to the barkeep to stop her from hitting him. He’d been prepared to just take it, too - he deserved it, probably. Something like that? If Cirincenis was there she would tell him he deserved it (she might have, actually, when he mentioned that she had a sister of sorts).

He stood almost before she asked him to, laughing as he took the step to close the distance between and gather her up in his arms. She was so... small, smaller than he’d remembered somehow, but she felt solid enough. He buried his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before giggling and squeezing her in against him.

“Missed you? Did I, now? I don’t remember saying I missed you,” he teased, finally letting her go enough so he could look at her face. “I do, however, remember giving you an invitation to my kingdom. Oiomúrë may live up to its rumours, some true and some not, but I promise you it is safe.” The cat was out of the bag, really - he could hardly hide which kingdom’s prince he happened to be anymore.

[ruivion]

leejieun-ia​:

There were few things as beautiful as the way he spoke her name, and like old times her face crinkled into a soft smile, eyes flickering over him as if re-memorizing everything about him.

Gracefully she sank into a seat opposite him watching as he looked over his drink, he didn’t seem to be checking for poison, not in a place like this. Her drink was soon delivered to the table, a substantial tip given in exchange for it and she took a small sip.

“Even in a crowd of a million people, i would know your face. And you look well? I’m quite surprised not to see a dragon attached at your hip.” She knew he wasn’t there, she had throughly vetted every face in the room.

“I must say, i miss the flowers. ”

As she smiled he relaxed, the corners of his lips curling upwards again only to break into a full-fledged grin at the mention of his dragon. 

“Tsabsme- Ah, you knew him as Benjamin, didn’t you? He is... busy. Doing something illegal, no doubt, for which he will choose to call me, or not. I dressed up for him, but as you can see he doesn’t need me right now.” 

He shrugged, sipping at his scotch as his gaze swept the room a final time in case the dragon in question chose to suddenly appear out of the gloom. Satisfied that he was, in fact, not needed, he leant more of his weight into his palm, squishing his cheek up against the leather as he met her eyes.

“They’re my favourite weapon, too,” he said. “But they clash with this outfit. You know, Jieun, I was expecting to get hit. I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a hug, could I?”

[leejieun-ia]

Of all the bars in all the towns in all the worlds, Ruivion finds himself sitting in this familiar corner in this particular bar. On stage someone is crooning huskily to soft jazz and the steady thrumming of a double bass. He knows the scotch fourth from the left end is the best in the joint; in the life before this one, before he called time and headed home, before he reclaimed the crown lying dormant like a pretty ornament at his temple, he had been a frequent guest. 

They’re only back - he and his dragon - for a short while. The dragon - that is, his fiancé - is busy wrecking havoc elsewhere, doing business that is none of his business. He’s not needed tonight to play the part of part time assassin, part time callboy. Which is a shame, all things considered, since he’s already dressed for the part in his suit, suspenders, and gloves. Regardless, perhaps he’ll get the call later.

With a sigh he sinks back into his chair, breathing in the scent of leather, smoke, and aged pine, his eyes fluttering shut on the exhale.

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Drinks, drink, drinks and not a care in the world. She had finished her errands, finished her classes at the academy and with her glamored charm in hand she left for the city in need of good liquor and a space that wasn’t her room.

Sliding through the door of the bar, Jieun paused to make sure the dagger she kept on her was concealed under her lace dress. It wasnt that the bar had ever explicitly banned her from carrying it -ladies did need protection, they just frowned at it being visible.

If bars offered frequent flyer miles, Jieun would have been a platinum member and she paused at the entrance a nod was all it took for the bar tender to start pouring her initial drink of choice, brandy neat.

From her vantage point brown eyes scanned the room for any potential threats as she always did when off campus, you could never be too safe. Nothing jumped out at her as out of the ordinary save for a table in the corner and there her eyes lingered.

The hair was what caught her attention first, styled different than before but still too familiar to be a coincidence. Next was the height and build, evident even though he was sitting. But it was the face that had her weaving through the bar to stop at his table. Years had passed and yet he looked ever the same as the last day she’d seen him.

“Mae govannen, Adar.”

[ruivion]

Lilac, like a bouquet, spreading cloud-like over his vision. He knew this voice - knew that colour of sound, the way her accent curled over the lyrical phrases of his language. Blue eyes peeked out from under thick silver lashes, and he smiled, sitting up to lean his elbow on the table, cheek in hand. 

“Aiya, Jieun.”

She looked the same as ever, though he had expected that when he thought of them meeting again. Even so, he drank her in - his other daughter, semi-adopted though she was (she had adopted herself, really). Family would always be family, whether or not blood was involved.

“It’s good to see you, my dear.”

What was time passing, to people like them? Regardless, he knew that his leaving would likely have been sudden to her, and even though he had planned for it go differently that would hardly be any kind of excuse. There was little he could have done, at that point in time, and whilst he did not regret heading home, nor reclaiming his crown, he still felt a twinge of guilt over it.

In waiting for her reply, he ran the tip of his gloved finger over the rim of his glass before picking it up, rolling his wrist as he watched the bronze liquid swirl. 

[joshua-ia-blog]

“The war took you away. What came back wears your skin. (Sometimes, it still has your eyes.)”

— lost childhood (c.n.s) // 6.4.17  (via joypendants)