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2/∞ of Kang Skylar: The Prince and the Pauper 

( jung taekwoon x kang skylar )

there i was again tonight; forcing laughter, faking smiles -- same old tired lonely place  walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when i saw your face all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you. 

[pxirene-blog]

“let me live, will you?”

&& five words prompts; accepting !!

the knight could only sigh exasperatedly in response, arms folded in front of her chest as she watched the young master kick off his jacket and shoes. she didn’t know how many times they even had this conversation over the past few months. him disappearing without a single word was something to be expected, but coming back just after dawn on the next day? that was something that irene could not simply just deal with.

“i’m here to make sure you’re alive, master.” she answered, voice void of any sort of tone. whilst it was her duty to make sure that the male is safe at all times, it’s not simply done because it was her job. irene was genuinely worried about his well-being and with danger lurking in the shadows, anything could happen in such short span of time. 

stepping away from the male, she walked towards the window of his room. casting her gaze towards the morning view, she stood silently before speaking up once more. “look, i get that you need some time alone to do whatever you do alone.” irene let the silence settled between them for a few seconds, to let him think. the knight would most likely have to do this speech again in a few week’s time, but the least he could do was to listen. “and i’m not even going to ask you what you’ve been up to whenever you disappear off.”

“i’m not asking for much, master taekwoon. you could at least tell me where you’re off to or even give me some kind of warning, so i can at least know what to expect.”

[pxirene-blog]

“please don’t leave me alone.”

&& five words prompts; accepting !!

the sentence itself faltered her expression, a scowl of anger soon washed into one of reluctance. truthfully she wasn’t going to leave, but at that moment she needed some air to just breathe. there’s not doubt that his previous words had hurt, it always has been when he lashes out and it’s something that irene had been able to simply wave away. it was something that she’d learned with time, most of it due to a handful of her own silly mistakes.

but irene wasn’t perfect. she doesn’t always have her chin up, ears patiently listening to rounds of scoldings over a slip of few words. there are times when she’s not in the greatest mood, perhaps coincidentally lining up with taekwoon’s as well. there’s a point where the knight would simply combust and lose her own temper because truthfully; she’s not exactly one with a long fuse. however, knowing better than to speak up against the master, she simply chose to walk away. five minutes of time out was all she needed.

instead irene stared back at the royal for a long minute, mind reeling at just how upset he sounded and looked. drawing a sigh, she ran her hand through her locks before stepping back towards her previous position beside the male.

“of course not, master.” 

[pxchohee-blog]

a mansion in the woods

past && staring: @pxtaekwoon

It had only been a few days since her escape. Since she disappeared silently without a trance from the clutches of time turner inc. A new beginning once more, only this one, at least she’d remember. 

She’d been working with healers and agents the moment she stepped into arcadia’s headquarters and it was only once the healers had cleared her was she allowed to step out of its confines. Or soon to be safe-haven, if she were being accurate. They stressed the importance of maintaining a low-profile for the first few months, of not calling attention to herself. “you’ll be placed within one of the safe-houses for the first three months, then you’ll be transferred out to another house for the rest of the year and by the second year you’ll have the choice of transferring to another safe-house or getting your own place. though we recommend you stay within areas that our members reside. for you safety of course.” the woman in white noted with her wispy voice. They would take care of tying all the lose ends and she was allowed to return to her previous home and take a few items out of necessity. Everything else would be provided for her until it was safe to reclaim her remaining items. 

Chohee merely nodded, still finding it all quite hard to believe. As if she’d awoken from one dream only to step into another. And so when they allowed her time to leave headquarters, Chohee chose to go as far way as possible from both Arcadia and timeturner -- she chose to retreat to the woods. 

A short drive in the company car, equipped of course with safety measures and a gps, chohee unloaded her painting supplies and easel and set off for a quiet place to paint. Maybe it was having spent too much time confined within walls that made nature and open-landscapes one of the favorite places for her to escape to. She loved that she could hear the birds sing, feel rain droplets on her skin, and the warmth of the sun shining on her pale complexion. 

She wasn’t sure how far she’d trekked from the main road, but a white magnificent mansion had caught her artistic eye. It was similar to an abode seen in old victorian movies, and chohee was adamant about capturing it within the conclave of the woods. Setting up her supplies, her hands flew across the page in meticulous strokes as she sought to capture the buildings glory in the orange twilight. 

[pxskylar-blog]

“I have the right to be worried!”

Concern Starter Sentences: Open! 

Keeping her head hung low, Skylar is the epitome of guilt as she avoids total eye contact with Taekwoon. It’s been one dangerous mission after the other yet despite her exhaustion, she always ends up agreeing to do them. She pushes herself repeatedly to the very brink of her limit and tonight it seems that she cannot hide it anymore, especially from him. How worried must he have been these past two weeks for him to raise his voice at her like this? His anger isn’t new to her but on the occasions that she has witnessed it, it has never ever been directed at her, not even in the few times that they argued. 

A tense silence envelopes his bedroom and it makes her sick knowing that she caused him such distress. “I’m not a child, Taekwoon-ah. I’m not fragile and I’m not going to break easily.” She reminds him when she finally finds her voice again but even it is wavering along with her resolve. It has always been impossible for her to stay mad at him. Hesitantly, she closes the distance between them and wraps her arms around his middle in a back hug. Words always tend to fail her in these kinds of situations so expressing her feelings through actions are the only effective way to communicate. Whatever it is between the two of them, she still doesn’t understand completely but she knows for sure that she never wants to see him this upset ever again.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” She mumbles against the cotton of his dress shirt, her face pressed against his back. “But I need to do all of those missions if I want to keep you safe. I’m doing it to protect you, Taek, because I don’t want you getting hurt.”

[pxdks-blog]

– *paper saints

past &&. @pxtaekwoon ; a fool is one who out of devils makes saints.

kyungsoo is well aware of the borders he may and may not cross – he simply got to the conclusion that some things are simply not usual, even if he is very positive about them. the fact that he has to deal with sonder bothers him to a certain level. oh, not sure of what it is? well, our boy would simply tell you it is the realization that everyone that passes by you has their own lives, as complex and vivid as your own. and perhaps you will be someone’s key supporting character, a turning point, a plot twist, or merely someone drinking a coffee in the background, unimportant, replaceable. it is a chaotic feeling to have, he thinks, because he wishes to know each story – be able to touch each and be touched too.

kyungsoo is well aware of the border he may and may not cross, though he does not usually respect them – his curiosity never speaks to him, you see, it comes in a golden roar, and crawls through the wrinkles of his brain, planting dazzling question marks and commas to his conscience.

this is why he made his way to the mansion’s gate that blue morning, notebook the color of infinity in hand which was coincidentally the color tinting his mind with possibilities. his biggest question mark was who lived there, right after came who participated on what seemed a royal circus bathed by cascades of gold. he heard rumors – of the parties thrown, of the people invited. but to come there he ignored some, also – of the gore under the owners nails, of the bones behind the wallpapers. acknowledged or ignored, they had kyungsoo’s feet walking towards the high construction, feeling both encouraged and smaller each step taken.

he was quite clueless at first; uneasy, unsure. his eyes ran up and down the construction, body then twirling slowly on his feet’s heels to scan the rest of his surroundings. there was a certain movement of people entering and exiting the gates that morning, which kyungsoo could only compare to waves clashing and pulling the shore in his round handwriting. then he sat his body right there, resting the bottom of his spine on the cold metal of the fences; he took notes on how high it was, as if spears threatening to pierce god when he was too distracted.

for hours he stayed, noticing each different expressions of those who drove, walked or ran by him – some ported the royal smile of moneymakers, those whose souls are tainted by gold or the mere taste of it; some frowned, staring at their feet, worrisome placing a world on their shoulders kyungsoo could clearly see if he just squinted his eyes a little. and he wrote it all. and he kept on it even when the voice came, attempting to pull him out of the pit of his ideas.

“a moment, please” he asked, turning his head ever so slightly though never taking his eyes off his words. kyungsoo sighed as he proofread some of his notes, making a little correction here and there before turning his head to eye a very tall man behind the gate. “i’m sorry, i was just writing – you were saying?” his voice sounded a little too distant, as if his mouth was speaking as his engines worked something else inside his mind – which was exactly what was happening inside our boy. oh, he is just not very good at pretending…

[pxskylar-blog]

☁ until the moon rises

The party is in full swing by the time Skylar has her third glass of Champagne for the night but not even the buzz of the alcohol could make her feel comfortable about being at such a social function. It isn’t so much about her being around so many important people in their society or is it about said people and their tendencies to laugh a little too loudly and gossip a little too much about innocent people; no, it’s simply about Skylar never feeling completely at ease around them-- it’s entirely a discomfort that falls on her part. 

Having had enough gossiping with the other female soldiers who recognized her amongst the crowd, she excuses herself and walks to the balcony for some much needed fresh air. The slit of her red dress makes the task so much easier despite and she’s thankful for having chosen it for out of all the females in the room, she’s the only who looks like she can still breathe and move despite being in such formal clothing and also manage to look as well kept and as beautiful as everyone else. The amusing thought is what she muses about as she lounges out in the balcony of the grand ballroom, the more quiet atmosphere allowing her to actually hear her thoughts. 

Never being one to actually mind being alone, Skylar is amused to find a part of herself wishing she didn’t have to be alone tonight. No, she isn’t looking for anyone to take home and spend the night with, at least not in that way, but rather she feels oddly melancholic as she wishes that there be someone she could talk to-- someone who cared little about the latest gossip or trying to impress anyone. Unfortunately for her, the said person is probably in the middle of all the fuss inside the ballroom, after all, the Jung Heir always has so many people surrounding him that he would have no time at all to engage in boring and serious conversations with a commoner like her. 

So, she simply rests against the granite of the balcony railings and concentrates on the almost muted sound of the party from where she is now. A soft melody tumbles out of her lips moments later as she starts singing along to the music playing inside; she’d wait just a little bit more and then hopefully, she could escape the party without any of her peers noticing it. 

[ @pxtaekwoon ] 

[pxirene-blog]

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

&& agents of shield meme; accepting !!

it took her a few long seconds to register that the young master had been speaking to her. out of all the time they spent together in the same room, her tailing behind him at every moment and keeping her mouth shut at all times… it’s a big improvement from the tense, albeit a little awkward silence that would usually surround the air between them.

“i wouldn’t be here if i hadn’t, master jung.” she spoke softly, a little tentative at first as she slowly looked up from her lap. his expression didn’t falter, not even one bit and no trace of emotions could be seen. “my work of line requires… extraction of certain people and threats against you and your family. i’ve ended plenty of lives beforehand.” 

shrugging her shoulders, she let out a humourless chuckle as her gaze began to drift to the view beyond the window. her hands were stained, a particularly heavy burden to carry for the rest of her life even if it was done for the greater good. “besides, don’t think i’d be too much of a useful knight if i didn’t spill any blood somewhere along the way.”