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[sevlhae]

✶ — bold and restless `

she knows well their meetings have become far more bold in the past few weeks than they’ve ever once been.  perhaps it was the kiss under moonlight that sparked the flame in their hearts, to make them take risks that they otherwise wouldn’t.  but seul can’t bring herself to stop; the desperation sits clawing at the base of her chest and longing takes its wing.  for her, a length of time like the days they’ve lived before - months upon months of not seeing jung hyukun, would be torture.  she has fallen from her pedestal of grace, and into his loving hands.  

still, they take small steps.  walking close enough that her skirts will brush his leg, or a gaze that lingers for a little longer than truly necessary - they play coy as they flirt with the dangers of the court.  it is true that they may be bold, but at least they both understand the position they put themselves in.  the princess would like to think they’re careful regardless; excuses made that seem innocent on the surface just to spend a moment of her time with him.

even now, seul is restless.  it’s like the clouds that move over head have somehow left the impression; an awkward desire to be closer and yet still, cautious.  how she is torn between the urge to kiss his lips in the overcast, but knows it is not proper of someone like her to do so.  if she’s honest, it’s not proper for anyone to do so.  

a quiet sigh; her head hangs low.  that’s when she feels the first droplet of the rain.

⎨   IN THESE DREAMS, IT’S ALWAYS YOU   ⎬       @dalhyukun 

[sevlhae]

✶ — love letters from the sun `

       the earth does not mourn the things it should, as the sun mourns the things                                                                                                             it does. rivers run their course and give way to oceans that drown villages,                  its people, bereft.  there is always a calm before a storm, just as the sun itself is blocked by cloud, pregnant with the rain.  tell me, friend,              do you think the rain today will cease?

   it would be nice if cities stopped drowning, and its people too.                                 still, good news is hard to come by for someone soaked to the bone,     just for forgetting an umbrella.                   protection from the storm sometimes          borders the impossible.  don’t forget: the sun sees all.

                                            there is a wish somewhere, here.  find it, and be well.

[sevlhae]

✶ — spring rain `

to grant a wish is the power of the sun: this is the luxury given to those of the royal line, a gift of might resting heavy on their shoulders.  it is not only their duty but their compassion for the people that drive them to grant their wishes, to nurture them like children so they will continue to gain strength.  a country and a king is only as mighty as its people, and seul knows this well.  and though she is but a princess, there are times when even women of the court can seek to help the people grow.  ( even though he is but one of the many, he will serve the many and it is all the same. )

 it only just so happens that seul’s desire to be closer falls in line with the wish of a subject, and it’s for this reason she decides that, just once, it would be all right to grant it.

to an aching heart, there is nothing that will stop the pull of gravity - not even in the way she hides herself beneath a cloak of stars, to make herself invisible to the passersby in town square.  seul keeps her head down as fabric touches her cheek, counting steps until she arrives at the home of the right state councillor.  her attendant is nervous, visibly so, but the princess hushes her with a warning sound - it would not do to now get caught, when they’re already so close to where she needs to be.

jung hyukun has made a wish, and it is one that yi seul plans to keep.

and that is how she ends up at his side, feeling her blood run cold at the sight of him.  to look upon him ill is enough to break her heart and sink to his side slowly.  seul bites her lip in an attempt to bite back tears, the aching sound of sympathy that lingers somewhere in her throat.  he’s sleeping now, and she doesn’t want to wake him - even though it looks fitful, even though he looks like he’s in pain. 

she’s never been around a person as sick as he is and it leaves her at a loss.  how is she to comfort him when she does not know what’s right to do? seul takes a look around the room, knowing well that it’s empty - her attendant was forced to stand outside and no one would dare interrupt the princess without permission.  so she looks back down to hyukun, looks at the crease on his forehead and lays her hand to it in an effort to ease him from some misery.  any effort to quell her tears by now were all in vain.  “ please, spare him.”

she begs to gods she hopes are listening.  the only thing seul can really offer is a prayer, and the comfort of her hand.

⎨   IN THESE DREAMS, IT’S ALWAYS YOU   ⎬       @dalhyukun 

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ one of these days ➝

@dalhyukun

“One of these days …”

The sentiment coaxed out a soft smile, his ears colouring a soft pink blush as he looked down. Thoughts of a future of the one who had captured his heart over the past few years always caused the beating devil to skip a step, as if eager to finally be with the one it longed for. And longed for her, he did … Every part of him yearned for her touch, and his mind pined for the intelligence that lurked behind eloquent words.

“It will be all of our turns one of these days, will it not, Young Lord Seo?” Hyukun replied, gaze rising to meet his with a friendy manner. “That is what is expected of us …” He paused for a moment, before venturing forward in the conversation.

“Does the Young Lord Seo have a young maiden who has caught his eye? I heard word of your prowess during the recent hunt. Did your feats not perhaps win the hearts of a few who may wish to have your hand?”

he blinked, thick brows arched as he gave an almost confused look, before he laughed, head shaking. of course, he would love to have a family of his own some day. a beautiful woman for his wife, and healthy children. but that day was still miles ahead - in fact, he would believe this his twin sister would wed before him. 

“ i look forward to that very day, lord jung! but alas, i doubt it would arrive any time sooner. not likely sooner than yours, ” dongho chuckled, arms folding. it was expected of them, eventually; the young general knew that one day, his family would find a suitable candidate for him. hopefully, a kind maiden that is not easily intimidated by him. 

another shake of his head, he shrugged, “oh, no. i don’t.” the topic of the recent hunt did manage to put a wide smile on his face; it was something that he was proud of, even though it wasn’t completely an ‘achievement’, per say. “i wished it was that easy to win someone’s hearts over! but i never had such luck. how about you, if i dare ask. any fair maiden that you have your eyes on?”

[dalxdongho-blog]

“ i think i’ve had enough to drink.”

inbox ( opened ) // prompts

dongho nodded, but raised his wine at the other one more time. his skin was slightly flushed, but he wasn’t drunk quite yet - being in the military helped him trained his alcohol tolerance, and while he hadn’t drank that much since being a general with a small squadron himself, this was a special occasion. a good friend from his childhood is now starting a new chapter in his life. it’s a shame they can’t run along the fields as they used to, but a change in fate isn’t necessarily bad.

“ not much of a drinker? ” he asked, crossing his legs on the cushion as he set the bowl down on the table, wide grin appearing on his face. alcohol eased the furrows of his brows, made him less intimidating, if it made sense. doesn’t make him all that approachable regardless, but at least he’s less bound to make children cry when he’s got a silly smile etched onto his features.

dabbing the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, he continued, “ i don’t recall drinking this much since i graduated from the academy. special occasions call for a little treat, don’t you think, lord hyukun? ”

[dalxhui]

“ i wish i knew you earlier.”

open ✉ ❝ royal wedding prompts ❞

while events like this still fazed him a little, hui did came to realise that the opportunity of playing catch up with the handful he knew was nice. even if the encounters could be pretty brief from time to time - there’s always more important conversations taking place all around, and hui would always take the chance to slip away when the talks turned into a serious bouts of narration. those discussions were not for his ears, and he knew that from the way they seem to hold back on the words in the way their brows furrowed or lips pursed. 

it doesn’t matter all too much to him. after all, there’s other things to do, and people to speak to. like hyukun hyung for example; it felt like a long while since he last visited him, carrying the books and notes from academy. there’s a calming aura around him, as if air had slowed down; perhaps it’s because of his beauty, and hui often found himself preferring to sit in on his company just listening, as if he’s watching still art come alive in his childish curiosity.

❝ it’s never too late, hyung nim! ❞ he laughed, eyes disappearing as a raised hand covered his mouth. he took it like a compliment, and he could say the same. though, hui couldn’t understand the context behind it - did he dazed off yet again? ❝ now that you do, you won’t be able to run away from me and my meat-bun calls any time soon. ❞

[daldahye]

･ﾟ   in a world of our own   、

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔  what things were like before the fire.  

every morning, the sun was warm and she’d giggle with her handmaiden as the girl braided her hair and helped her dress.  every morning, she kissed the petals of roses as tea touched her lips, hot but not burning.  now, dahye lives in a world of fire.  everything feels like it burns.  

hyukun, though, is like water.  when he manages to make a visit, she feels cooled from the flames that always lick her skin - whether it be from her father’s constant venom, or the hell she puts herself through.  but hyukun cools, hyukun is relief - her cousin is like the tea that was hot, but not too hot.  he is a sign of relief because though he looks at her with pity, he doesn’t find her ugly.

whenever he visits, dahye makes sure that her room is neat.  she makes sure that the plaits in her hair are set perfect, because she doesn’t want her father to reprimand her for appearing before a man - even if he is just her cousin - with the look of someone disorderly.  he already has to keep her for the rest of his life, he already hears the rumours of her disfigurement everywhere he goes.  he doesn’t need more rumours about a messy girl, as well.  

she knows hyukun wouldn’t say anything, but still, for herself, she wants to look nice.  she keeps her hands hidden beneath the gloves that were specially made for her to hide her discoloured hands.  and when hyukun sits across from her with a smile, she manages to smile too - eyes warm, belying nothing of the flames.  

hyukun cools.

“ good day, cousin.  are you here to tell me poetry again?”

          ･ﾟ✧    @dalhyukun  、    𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 

[sevlhae]

✶ — gardenia `

          ☾˟    ━━━   .   .       though seul doesn’t want to see him right now, the request was clear in the letter hyukun left by the messenger, so she accepts it.  it’s been weeks since the days and nights of her mother the queen’s birthday celebration; which means it’s been weeks since he’s brushed her off without much of a word other than just that: it’s dangerous.  their entire love affair is dangerous, for her moreso than him, but seul can only look at him with hurt in her eyes as she backs away slowly with a light bow of her head.  an apology.

she shouldn’t have had to apologize.  she shouldn’t have had to back away from him.  seul knows it all too well.  ( she wonders if hyukun too, knows it just the same. )

their meetings, almost always, are under the cloak of darkness.  tonight is of no exception; she’s expected to meet him at the young lord ahn’s, as she usually does for their secret midnight rendezvous.  however this time, she does not wear a smile as she arrives; expression somber as she pulls the cloth from around her head.  soon enough, she’s led to a room and sits before jung hyukun.  

seul says nothing this time, keeping her eyes lowered as she slowly sinks to the floor as graceful as she’s been taught.  after all, this time he’s the one who should apologize.

           .   .   .     &.˟  in these dreams, it’s always you  ,        @dalhyukun