today we’re younger than we’re ever going to be
other than vigorously training and running errands here and there for the fire lord, daehyun makes sure to remember his filial duties in the family — in this case, as the eldest brother. while his father taught him of power and talent honing while in it’s purest form, of honor and responsibilities one should willingly take, his mother on the other hand, taught him different things. with gentleness and care, the young prince was taught to be nurturing and protective.
these contrasting qualities has turned daehyun into a beautiful mess. he was a born predator — like a wolf, but at the same time, a provider, just like a leader in a pack. it wasn’t something displeasing, nor was it something to behold. it’s good to find a family man, but it doesn’t say much in becoming the next fire lord.
but he was a good brother, at least. daehyun seldom quarreled with his siblings, which couldn’t make their mother happier (the last thing they needed was another family feud). but among daehyun’s siblings, it’s his younger sister he felt attached to the most.
they were at the training ground, and daehyun was in the middle of showing of this new technique. miyoung was right there, probably waiting for her older brother’s next move. “so the other week, we were taught how to make fire blades.” daehyun said with great confidence, “all you have to do is —” and perhaps daehyun was pretty dumb enough to forget calculating the distance between him and miyoung. of course, he hasn’t mastered controlling the intensity of his fire but after seeing miyoung flinch and fall to the ground, a hand covering a small burn on her arm, daehyun was in panic.
“fuck," he doesn’t even mind his language anymore and immediately checks on whatever happened to his sister. "does it hurt? are you alright?" daehyun’s more than sorry but it doesn’t look like ‘sorry’ would help the pain ease. "i’ll call for help, ask them to take you to a medic."