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[dalxhui]

“ this was a lovely night.”

open ✉ ❝ seollal prompts ❞

lovely indeed. after the happenings of the last month, this event seemed more quiet, calming even. hui rest his hands behind his back, one hand holding onto the wrist of his other hand, staring ahead. lights lit the streets that etched on for seemingly forever, disappearing into the dark skies. his eyes roamed over the elder male, lips pursed in a small, silent hum. 

❝ it is. makes me want to sit down and read, or even write a few lines dedicating to the night skies. ❞ his words fade away as his eyes soften, head tilting upwards. ❝ it almost feels too serene to be true. ❞

[dalruihan]

“ avert your eyes.”

━  ♞  @hwandal 、  𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⋮ the queen munjeong’s birthday .

a gasp falls quick, silent into the night as fingers rise to take her eyes and she’s, otherwise, blinded. suspended in the darkness, hidden from the sights of dimmed lights from behind. the voice is calming to her but none familiar and somehow fear makes its way into her veins. fright is a known friend that rises and falls with every breath and quickening of her heart. 

she doesn’t know what to make of the situation and it makes the warmth of her blood run cold, the nerves in her legs go numb and she wants to run but where could she go? instead, she feels the tremors in her voice as it finally escapes the confines of a tight-lipped purse. “my lord, is there something to fear?”

[dalxdongho-blog]

✦ the showdown ➝

@hwandal​

he was following the whispers of the wind when he bumped into the other, both hot on the tails of the dashing boar, leaving a series of broken twigs and messy hoof prints in its wake. there was little time for greetings as they made haste first, as if engaged in a competition ( though technically, they are ), rushing after their common prey.

it didn’t take long to reach the howling animal, still fresh without any signs of wear nor tear on it’s hide. dongho slowed his horse down in a bid to circle the boar. it may be a bit of a risky move, and cornered animals weren’t the most docile ones either. but it didn’t seem like it was about to dive into a mad thrash. and with one more person around, dongho thought it’s a good enough odds to do so.

eyes roamed to the other male for a moment before he glanced back at the boar - always keep your eyes to the prize - and dongho lowered his bow, waiting for the other to make a move first. after all, they were both fighting on the same side. 

( surely, that guy knew that too, right? )

[daljaejoong]

of meetings and missteps

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walking back into his father’s house after so long a stranger, so long a sea-faring vagrant, so long a kite without a tail, too much freedom in his veins now, too much wind in his hair, the ground feels rough and solid, too solid, too unmoving, and jaejoong instantly wishes he could sit and lay himself out flat against the earth, remember that it is all only just temporary, only smoke to be blown away. jaejoong feels the nervous atmosphere, feels the pricking of tension, his father’s odd greeting still echoing through his ears like the ocean calling through a seashell, but he meanders forward, deeper into the cavern of rooms and artistry.

he’d forgotten the colors here, the way the walls catch light, the way furniture and decorations sit, the way his brother’s jawline tilts just so; he’d forgotten the exact shade of hwan’s irises, and that’s not to say he’s forgotten his brother at all, or the millions of piled tiny annoyances that bond them together in that special way only siblings can understand. but details about a life jaejoong no longer lives, a life he no longer believes in, a life he no longer entirely recognizes, have slipped through his mind like sand on the beach, sifting and spinning and falling away.

still. when their eyes meet, jaejoong does his best to emit what little of a genuine smile to his older brother as he can manage, whatever he can give that is as authentic and genuine as possible. he could smile wider but it would be fake and he’s too exhausted for falsities right now. “brother.” he greets the other male, holding out a hand in connection, his head held high, as though his ankles aren’t soaked through with more blood than hwan has ever seen in his life. “it’s good to see you again, i… i wasn’t sure if i ever would.” a whole year and some change-- it’s enough to turn a man on his head.

[daldaejun-blog]

“ you look positively lost.”

queen munjeong’s birthday prompts – 

he hummed at the observation. he didn’t frequent the palace because his father would simply find ways to prevent him from doing so, or he didn’t have reason at all on his own. perhaps he, too, found various excuses, other excursions, more important errands to run outside the palace walls. beautiful as it may be, and misguided as his father could be most of the time, the place was teeming with enemies, and though he had come here armed with names and an attitude of faux caution, all that had scattered to the wind the second he was entranced with the performance and the food and the music. when he had gone to relieve himself from all that tea, he found himself lost as sure as a lamb wandered around on its way to the slaughter. the voice had startled him at first, but once no harm was done in the following second, he found himself humming instead, shoulders losing tension. “i suppose so. i do not frequent the palace as do most. if you would so kindly direct me to the main grounds, i would be in your debt, sir.”