#daljeung

[daltaejun-blog]

* diamonds & barbs

the vibrant hues of spring was already intact, as the array of countless flowers bathe in the sunlit ground—banishing away all the chilly wind and freezing temperature. in exchange with a much more warmer climate, they were greeted by the wonderful sounds of birds chirping and the people resumed with their usual set of routines now.

spring was finally here.

it was a given that the government official had spare time up his sleeve after finding comfort in the morning, which consisted of having the vital meal for the day and a quick read before progressing to venture out from their home. light steps then proceeded to the shooting range as promised a day prior to this, examining the site to land on slight disappointment whereas the face that he was searching for was absent. at the moment, to the very least. having no moment to spare, as time was valuable—taejun got the necessities he needed and went ahead with the practice until he caught a figure approaching.

“you’re late,” offering a quick glance on jeung, aiming the bow and letting go afterwards. 

@daljeung 

[dalhayeon]

❝ Well? How do I look? ❞

         ｢ — the royal wedding sentence starters          ｢ — status: accepting

his words bring a light, airy smile to her expression, a brilliance lighting up her features that was almost blinding. lacking siblings of her own, hayeon had developed a knack in forming sibling-like relationships with those around her. choi jeung was no exception. 

“you look adorable.”

there’s a teasing lilt to her words as she speaks, voice soft as she studied the people around them. 

“are you trying to impress a girl tonight? should i help you find someone?”

[haeziyi-blog]

purple rain

@daljeung​

there will come gentle rains… ―another day. today, it stormed on relentlessly. unforgivably. dark clouds that roared through the joseon country with a vengeance. a prior warning from the skies that it was just shy of monsoon season, and the princess just so happened to be stuck in the middle of it. ziyi grimaced as she took another large, sopping step right into the woodland floor. her gama had not been able to fit through the trees and forced her out in the midst of the crashing rain. her guard had gone ahead to search for shelter, returning promptly with claims of a temple nearby. the ends of her skirt took the grunt of the storm, the rich silk now trodden with mud and completely soaked. 

her head stayed relatively dry underneath a paper umbrella, but it was a frail thing, a dispensable thing and all for show, and ziyi wasn’t sure how much longer it would last. it’s not long until it breaks in half at the impact of the heavy rain and ziyi’s headress is ruined. her hair loosens and falls, sticking to her body. she continues with her quick pace, but allows herself to a stream of complaints on the way. finally, her guards calls the temple to their sights. 

it's somber and smells of cobwebs and loneliness, but ziyi sprints for it like it’s a sanctuary. she halts just at the end of the overhang when the rain instantly stops above her. a wet hand comes to grasp at her chest, adrenaline pumping as the princess tries to catch her breath. it’s not even a moment later when she hears the loud rustles next to her. her head snaps to her right, eyes wide as a figure enters her line of vision. her guards are faster than her, already flanked before her and shielding their princess. they demand with their swords drawn, “who goes there? show yourself!”