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princess qing hualing of china. / intro. | aesthetic. | pinterest. |
duke vladimir romanov of russia. / intro. | aesthetic. | pinterest. |
crown prince yi sunjo of korea. / intro. | aesthetic. | pinterest. |
prince florian holm of austria. / intro. | aesthetic. | pinterest. |
lord song won-shik stefan hanvoer of the hanover duchy. / intro . | aesthetic. | pinterest.
lord julian delacriox of france. / intro. | aesthetic. | pinterest
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ; 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 … ( 𝒓𝒆𝒅 )
send any of the following emojis a headcanon about my muse. please specify a muse if sending to a multimuse blog. 🏳️🌈 ᴴᴬᴾᴾʸ ᴾᴿᴵᴰᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᵀᴴ 🏳️🌈 … ᵖᵉᵗᵃˡˢᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗˢ ᵖʳⁱᵈᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵈᵉ
💄 — smudged lipstick! a headcanon about a time my muse wore makeup or a costume, whether it be cosmetic, theatre, or leisure.
💋 — never been kissed? a headcanon about my muses first kiss, who it was with and how they felt about it.
👅 — taste the rainbow! a headcanon about a favourite and/or least favourite meal.
💃🏼 — dance, dance, revolution! for a headcanon about a time my muse danced; when, why and with whom.
👠 — one step at a time! a headcanon about a time my muse had to learn to take things slowly and with patience.
🎒 — packed a bag! for a headcanon about what my muse carries with them in their bag, or would pack with them on a short trip.
🥀 — the last petal falls! a headcanon about a time my muse has pined or felt unrequited love for another.
🌹 — roses in bloom! for a headcanon about a time my muse gifted or received roses/flowers of some sort, and what that meant to them.
🍎 — an apple a day! a headcanon about a daily ritual of my muse, and why they do that.
🍒 — cherry bomb! a headcanon about a time my muse rebelled against their parents, guardians or others.
🌶 — spice and delight! for a headcanon about an intimate experience in my muses life.
🚨 — warning lights! a headcanon of when my muses has been involved, or witnessed, an emergency or accident.
⏰ — tick tock, tick tock! a headcanon about my muse and time or time management.
🧨 — a long fuse! a headcanon about my muse and their temper, and a time when they lost it.
🩸 — thicker than water? for a headcanon about my muse and their family; whether biological or a found family, and how they feel about family ties.
📕 — a little red book! for a headcanon about a time my muse read aloud to someone, and why.
SEND ‘🎵 + PAIRING’ AND I WILL TELL YOU:
1) a song that makes me think of them 2) a song i think would play in the background of a love scene 3) a song that would make my muse think of yours 4) a song i think would play during an action sequence 5) a song our muses would dance to
send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.
add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.
CLOSED STARTER @flwringxthrns | | STEFAN & BAEK-HYEON
the lord didn't have time before the chaos ensued during the ball to look for his younger brother that he had never met. then again ; he couldn't remember if he even met him. ( even though the other had been born long after the lord was taken from his own family. ) but after learning of more family , he came to search for the younger. coming into the hallway that lead to his apartment. "are you... baek-hyeon? i hope you have not been hurt..."
the last person that étienne wanted to see was sunjo, especially not after their less than pleasant conversation during the ball. ❝ with all due respect, if we knew that such events were going to take place than i do not think myself and king dennis would have been injured. ❞
"you would think that with all that has happened before the summit ; a better guard patrol would have been put in place... but perhaps that is just how we koreans think." it was a condenseding words but one spoken with no emotion. his eyes peered down at the bandaged arm. "at least you still have your arm , nothing to cry over."
in all honesty the tsar of russia had not seen sunjo. he had just made a scene with moving amara to their bed chambers for a russian doctor and russian guards to be around her. his sister might be the queen of france, but slowly the tsar of russia was losing his faith in this country. he thanked god he had stayed neutral through it all. though he was coming to regret sending his sister here, but. that was something that could not be fixed now. he stopped, hearing his name. he blinked. sunjo? he retraced his steps and let out a small curse. "shit sunjo, what the fuck happened to you?" aleksandr asked, crouching down to look at the korean crown prince better. "have you been seen by a doctor yet?"
it was clear the crown prince was not well - he couldn't stop his head from making the room spin around him ; couldn't collect his thoughts. "someone pushed past me in a rush and i fell - hitting my head against the wall... i think... something is wrong with my head..." the side was bleeding and a small groan came from him. "no... i need my doctor... but he is no where to be found... i can not.... " what was he going to say? he could not remember. " i can not... gods... make the room stop spinning...."
tae-hyung was actually at a point in the night where he didn't hurt, and didn't feel as though they might get sick by just moving. he had finally found a good position to lay in. he wondered how much of him hurt because of sunjo and how much hurt because of his shoulder, but he knew the combination wasn't something he wanted to visit ever again. but hearing noise outside his room he picked up his head, only peeking through an eye. but seeing sunjo he opened both eyes, and sat up straighter, surprised to see the other. he was about to say something when sunjo, quite literally, met the floor. tae-hyung couldn't help but sigh and lay back on the bed. "you absolute idiot," he mumbled. "could you keep it down sunjo? you're causing a scene."
fuck.. that was embarrassing but he managed to get himself off the floor using the chair to stand up. "shut up..." he mumbled before correcting himself and the chair then sitting on it. he rubbed his head slowly as it throbbed ; dizziness taking over him. "are you alright?" he asked softly - even if he himself was not... it didn't matter. what mattered was tae-hyung. he scooted the chair to the side of his bed before a hand came to press gently on his forehead. this was perhaps the gentlest sunjo had ever been towards his brother.... he was silent before looking to someone entering. "get me a towel and cold water." he ordered before looking back at his brother. in silence ; he stared at her before the items requested was brought to him ; immediately grabbing the towel and dabbing his brother's face slowly and gently. "what hurts?"
CLOSED STARTER @savagemia | | JULIAN & MIA
he was doing everything to unbusy his mind of the rush of thoughts and conflicting feelings. one-- why was he even here in versailles? branded a traitor against the french crown because of his father.... he shouldn't be here -- and it hurt him every time he saw ettienne. his clothing reeked of smoke - his apartment being hit worst of the smoke. no matter if he changed - everything smelled. a sigh left him as he sat in a couch in the hallway ; his lace fan fanning himself slowly before he looked up to a woman. ew... what... "are you aware that there are pieces of what seem like throw up in your hair?" who let her walk out like that? he'd simply pass away.
CLOSED STARTER @classiqcals / / JULIAN & ???
the traitor lord stared off into the infirmary behind the door of it -- his heart racing as he stared at his former best friend. julian himself wasn't hurt thankfully ; just a slight cough from the smoke inhalation but he was more worried about seeing the french prince ettienne hurt. he should have been there to protect him... why... why couldn't he be there to protect him.. him and that annoyance he called prince credence. he so wanted to rush in , ask how eti was doing but the guards and his family surrounding him... it was best that a branded traitor do as he is told and stay away.... a sigh left the noble before he turned - running into someone as he did. "oh ! pardon me! i hope you are not hurt!"
credence looks over his shoulder when he hears someone address him, and he might have set a world record with how fast his face falls into a look of pure exasperation & annoyance. " you again. " he mutters, eyes rolling as he turns to face the other, arms crossing over his chest with an indignant scowl on his features. " you're telling on yourself, jules. why are you so obsessed with me? watching me dance, ogling at me ... "
"oi. what is with that tone?" the lord scoffed before flipping his hair off his shoulder then flipping his fan open and fanning himself slowly. the annoyance of this prince. if he didn't risk the warning of guards ; he would have pushed him into the punch. "obsessed with you? please. you wish i was obsessed with you... actually- you would be blessed if i was." the french noble hummed softly as he peered from underneath the lace fan , fluttering eyelashes. "you wish you were one of the many to obtain my affections." he chuckled before another scoff. "please. it was laughable how you danced. who taught you? your tutors should be fired. call that a waltz..... i could out waltz you a million times."
it had been a long time since eun-ho had given a thought about his twin. he remembered the years they had searched for the other, following any and every lead that graced their ears. and perhaps that is what made eun-ho to stop looking, the disappointments and the shatter of his heart but still deep within the caverns of his mind, his soul he knew the other wasn't dead. eun-ho had just hoped, and pray, it was a good life the other was living.
so he puts himself into his work, and his family. its hard, juggling the two but eun-ho does his very best. and somehow the boy that once had no shoes, and was shivering in the winter had more riches than he knew what to do with ( though the baron never spends more than he has to, what if something happened? ). and while he's not purely here as a general but also a trusted nobleman who arrived a little late, eun-ho takes in the grandness of the palace. he barely speaks to anyone other than tae-hyung and sunjo, knowing his princes wouldn't be too happy if he didn't at least say hi.
and finally he finds himself in the hall of mirrors, surprised that even in the moonlight and with candles how beautiful the sight is. he turns, had he heard something? and then everything in him stopped, he found himself double taking, the glass in his hand falling out of his hand and crashing to the floor below. "won-shik?" he finds himself whispering, his face says it all. he's stunned, and perhaps a little confused. but there was something, deep within his soul sighing and saying, i knew it. "w-what are you doing here?"
won-shik... that name was so foreign yet so familiar to him..... the younger twin stood there - feeling every molecule in him sighing. "won-shik?" he whispered softly , repeating his true name across his lips-- it stung on his tongue. "was.... was that my name?" the question was genuine as his outreached hand placed on the jacket of his own person - lavish of the european fashion ; unbefitting him. he should have been standing beside his brother dressed in the robes of the joseon... but stefan stood in a culture foreign ; having forgotten his own. "what am i doing here? i was invited...." his lost memories flashed across his mind once more before he was gesturing to the fine clothing of his twin. "what... how?" a nobleman approached them. "my lord hanover." the nobleman addressed stefan ; causing him to sniffle and look over to see his son before him. "What did you do? he reprimanded. "nothing father..." jakob spoke softly.
aleksandr was not in the mood to be poked, or honestly to repeat himself. but. he also knew he needed to try harder when it came to his family and not being as cold. so the tsar took in a deep breath, and let it out through his mouth. why did anger and rage have to be such a strong emotion? "no," aleksandr started, shaking their head. "but you look like one." but aleksandr's eyebrow drew up at their brother. he knew their brother well enough, and their health to know something wasn't correct but if vladimir wanted to act as if nothing was wrong then he would as well.
he had no tolerance for his brother at the moment. he felt like he should just disappear on certain days.... perhaps he should have just been born into another family. would aleksandr have wanted that? he felt his own rage boil but quickly pushed it down. perhaps he should have died that night in his youth. "ha ha." he mocked at him before leaning his head down for a moment. "we should not have come , brother... we should have ignored france's ridiculous invitation..." he mumbled before a shaken exhale came from him. god.... it hurt.... another exhale before a harsh fit of coughing overtook him ; his hand coming up to his mouth. instinctively ; he reached out to grasp anything - instead grasping his brother's shoulder. ( usually the shoulder would have been amara or alexei.... ). the hand on his mouth fell ; droplets of blood coating it. the hand from on aleks shoulder fell in a hurried attempt to find the handkerchief on his own person. ; placing the crimson stained fabric across his mouth. "how is amara?" he tried to distract.
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For the last few days, Alexei had barely gotten any time for himself, it had become somewhat of a bother, but at the same time, it spoke a lot about how much Vladimir cared for him. It swelled his heart dearly as the situation seemed to have reversed within seconds. On a regular day, he'd be the one to fuzz over his condition but now? Now Vladimir was running around, asking every other five minutes if he was okay. A sigh escaped Alexei as he watched Vladimir pace back and forth, probably exhausting himself. "Could you come to sit down with me a least? I'm not going to pass away from these burns."
the smoke and the chaos of what happened did not help with the younger's confliction but he was too worried about his sibling to not worry about himself for once. he might have let it go on too much , not seeking medical attention in the infirmary nor letting his own personal doctor for his regular treatments... he was at his brother's side. "no i am not going to sit down." he spoke quickly. "this is unacceptable. we should never have come here , brother. we should have stayed in russia."
lips parting, but tian feng wordless, the elder prince realized he'd never heard such fire leave hualing's lips before. he blinked in the onslaught of it, having to force his lips not to curl into an impressed smile; she could make his soldiers pause with that tone, easily. adrenaline && the sudden life that coursed through his veins had tian feng unruly, desperate in his attempts to reign back in that energy, that rage... and not smile, not set her off further. " they insult us already, only most have the sense not to do so to our faces. " it was a weak argument, and the soldier knew this, bristling at the mere defense he failed to put up. of course, she was right - now suddenly aware of the eyes glued to them. she spoke of the wars, china's crimes... crimes he had assisted. leading armies, marching through territory recently conquered, quelling rebellions, and defending the china flag. he cringed visible - now, the pain kicking in, and his mood finally crashed. tian feng looked down. " all i have ever known is to fight, " tian feng echoed midori's words from earlier, said to him quiet, in secret. then, he'd disagreed. now, he feared she was right. " i apologize. i meant not to embarrass you, hualing. i got carried away. "
a sigh had left her. "and you do not entertain their insults." she had learned that the hard way. being the child of a concubine - you learn to live with being insulted and disliked. live in fear of being cast aside - your other siblings placed on a pedestal above you in the fleeting affections of your father. the fear of another concubine coming to hate you and wanting you gone so their own children have a chance of being announced as heirs. hualing was just one of the lucky few of concubine children to be acknowledge as part of the royal family - even if she was casting royalty aside to marry someone beneath her status.... being a queen would never have been good for her anyway.
but the gentleness of her radiated out of her in this moment with her brother. all he knew was the fight - she suspected that might be true. another sigh left her before her hands fell to take hold of her brother's. "that might be so... but i have seen my brother shine above the bloodshed - the rage. there is a light within you that has shone so brightly these few days.... do not let the bloodshed darken it , brother." a small laughter left her. "you do embarrass me...." it was a quick answer. "but are you not supposed to ? i am your little sister..." a small comforting pat came to his hand. "but please do not embarrass me in front of nikolai... i really like him...." she let go of his hands to turn and leave before pausing. "and be nice to him?" she gave a gentle smile before she practically skipped back over to nikolai ; wrapping her arms around his lovingly ; looking up at him before looking back to her brother and smiling.
TIME SKIP. AN HOUR AFTER THE DUST SETTLED.
she had left nikolai's side for a moment once she heard the explosions , thinking they were fireworks. she had greatly missed the fireworks of home - the last festival having been months ago and their chinese new year only weeks away ... she wondered if they would be able to see the festival - if they would make it back in time. the chinese princess soon came to learn that it wasn't fireworks... the debris of flying shrapnel having cut her skin when she went to find the display. nothing too deep but the initial shock had sent her into a speechless state ; wandering around the ball room in a slight daze. she had called out for her brothers and nikolai amongst the chaos but her voice had been drowned out from the screams. in fear of the fire once the smoke filled the room - she was quick to find herself under one of the snack tables. not the best place but her fear overtook her senses.
she was there for so long , shaking - sobbing ; weakly calling out for her brothers. it wasn't until the dust had settled and the count of heads was taken -- that the chinese nobles and guards realized the princess was missing. she wasn't in her rooms , wasn't with the markovs nor her ladies in waiting. it was a frantic rush to find her by the guards until one finally called out : "my prince! she's here!" the guard called to tian feng ; raising the tablecloth to show a trembling princess , clutching her knees to her chest. blood stained the lavender portions of her dress ; the cut on her cheek having stopped bleeding but dried around it. "it wasn't... fireworks..." her voice soft ; trembling and harsh from crying out.
@decvdent + @starrcrvssed / alexei/vladimir + aleksandr ( not a group thread but both of you reply <3 )
after his wife, finally, falls asleep aleksandr goes in search of his brothers, and his sister. though he's not sure what he will say to her ( if he finds her, he is sure she is busy ), he's not mad at her, but he's just ... how did this happen again? aleksandr felt as if it were a trend now. if it weren't for amara talking him down he was sure the russians would be gone tomorrow. finally he finds one, relief coming over the tsar, was a balcony becoming their thing? aleksandr walks up and stands beside them, his hands on the stone railing as he looks up. "if one had not been here tonight, with how quiet the night is now, one would think everything is right in the world."
vladimir had been in the peak of the smoke at the time. having wandered off from the ballroom for a moment to compose himself. stealing amara for a dance and dancing and mingling with others had truly exhausted him. people would have wondered why the duke had wondered off -- but his family would have known the real reason. the smoke had filled already weakened longs.... they felt like they were on fire. when the smoke cleared , he was quick to the balcony -- away from prying eyes. he couldn't breathe .... even as his eldest brother made his way over. he tried to hide the infliction from aleksandr ; turning his face away as he tried his best not to clutch at his chest. breathe.... breathe.... oh shit... his brother is speaking ; isn't he? what did he say again? something... brooding probably. he slowly turned to look at him ; a deep inahle... nope... that didn't help. "are you speaking to me? i thought you a ghost..." it was a quick quip - one trying to hide the illness that has flared up... and one filled with pettiness about not talking to him for a few days.
CLOSED STARTER @stvrdvstsx | | HUALING & NIKOLAI.
she had only left nikolai's side for a moment when the explosions happened. at first , she thought it was fireworks - having heard some of their best had been commissioned to make fireworks for the french royals in celebration. she had felt such joy to see them that she had rushed outside onto a balcony but... there wasn't any fireworks? confusion erupted until another one exploded , a piece of debris having flew toward her ; cutting her cheek and parts of her body - blood staining the lavender of her dress. she didn't process what had happened until she was slowly walking back into the ballroom. her hand had come to her cheek and her fingers showed signs of blood. it didn't click until the screams - something wasn't right.
she had always been afraid of fire - so when the smoke filled - she felt her heart race. "nikolai!" she had called out to him but her voice was drowned out by the screams around her. "zian!! tian feng!!! i'm scared!!! " she had been so scared in that moment - she worried for her brothers , the man to be her husband , his brothers..... she had cowered under the snack table - the scent of the macaroons she came to love falling and surrounding her.... didn't help. she sobbed. her skin aching and bruised from the people rushing to get away.
her guards had found her , sobbing under the table hours later - to frozen in fear to have left....
she sat in her room , combing her hair slowly. what would this mean? who had done this? what is their reason? what if someone had gotten killed? maybe someone has and they hadn't addressed it? her mind was racing and the sudden opening of her door had her startle and throw the comb at the person coming in in defense ( like that was going to help. ) a small gasp , her hands coming to her mouth. "i'm so sorry..."
