second sons ❇ cain;jinyoung
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the war has only made cain appreciate elvan court even more -- despite and for all its horrible flaws. ( cain will fix those later, when he’s in power, when he’s the one sitting at the throne and calling all the shots and having everyone but a select few cowering at his feet and kissing the very ground he walks. ) for now he enjoys it, and the wine. the liquor is definitely so much better here than it is anywhere else on the field, or on the sea. rum is his go-to drink of choice when he has time, but he doesn’t get intoxicated all too much, which defeats the purpose a little.
and it is with high quality wine that he enjoys himself with, and wine that he finds himself running out of. instead of sending for a maid he walks to...wherever all the wine is stored. a pantry, of some sort, and a special room there, from what he’s gathered through intimidating the passing servants. directions are all he needs -- though his eyesight is blurry.
it’s not surprising that he runs into someone and has wine spilling all over his front, tainting the brilliant blue with darker red. not really all that surprising, either, when he makes out the basic features of the male’s face, and a frown immediately forms on his own. “jinyoung -- is this how you greet your brother? i didn’t know you’d grown so disrespectful.”