#reply;junho

[medallicns]

‘ where have you been all day? ’ it’s an innocent enough question, at least in his eyes. perhaps he could’ve worded it with more tact - but when has ahn junho ever thought before he’s spoken? 

‘ i just missed you... ’ he continues, poking at hana’s cheek as her gaze remained much too focused on her book instead of him. ‘ i even sent some first years after you. i know, i know... i shouldn’t abuse my power blah blah. i just missed you... and i figured you might be in the cemetery and well, you know. ’ a pout, unbecoming of his character to most but a face hana is more than likely numb to. 

tenderly, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. hana could play the silent game as long as she wanted, it was enough just to look at her. even though he was absolutely about to burst with information regarding his last head of house meeting. her advice was invaluable, junho couldn’t think of making a decision without her input. 

teeming with eagerness to report, he distractedly fiddles with her earrings. ‘ am i disturbing you right now? ’ not that a yes would at all encourage him to stop. @holyterraiin​

[medallicns]

‘ rat girl. ’ there’s no characteristic fondness in junho’s tone. it’s a side he’s reserved for few people: yeji, people that were mean to hana, sangjun... did he mention yeji?... and juliet kwon. no, not even his archnemesis (irina, duh) had ever experienced the pleasure of such a quietly enranged junho. 

‘ how many times do i have to tell you that you aren’t welcome here. ’ it was bad enough she managed to sneak into every party despite her banishment from the summer premises. now she’d begun making regular ol’ house calls. ‘ you better not be selling any of your shitty edibles to my underclassmen again. ’ @supercutts

[medallicns]

his mother had an allegory for every house and none of them were very nice. he’d been told them when he was young, a bedtime story that always left a bitter taste in his mouth. now, the fables burrowed deep in his subconscious. was it that he wished to forget his mother’s cruelty or prevent it from tainting his own view? not tht junho was any saint to his fellow covens, just ask irina. 

he remembered his mother speaking of spring the most often. of betrayal. he recalled warm sunlight and the prickle of cactus and rose thorns. they’ll deceive you. she insisted, pressing a young junho’s thumb against a stem as he resisted. they’ll bleed you dry. just like this, little by little.  

daphne had no thorns. as far as he could tell, anyway. 

he imagined she’d suit a throne, the queen of spring if they practiced court hierarchies. the head of house was fitting, he was admittedly overjoyed that they had miraculously avoided another stoner sitting on top (after all, junho and avery were already more than enough). even better, he was glad to call her a friend. 

‘ hey daph ! ’ he easily catches her hurrying figure in a few swift strides. ‘ how ya doing? i’m so glad i caught you before the meeting today. we must pregame. ’ a pause. ‘ in a discussion sense, i mean. i’d never come to a meeting- well, you know. i want to hash some things out. ’ @oprintemps

[medallicns]

junho knows he’s lucky. his entire life the pieces seem to have always to just fall together. from his girlfriend to his position as head of house, it’s as if fate had deemed him chosen and worthy. this could only explain how he had come to be surrounded by the perfect leadership team. most importantly, his second in command. 

‘ general oh. ’ he salutes the younger with the fervor of a real soldier before relaxing into a laugh. ‘ just the person i was looking for! perfect timing, by the way. ’ already he’s slung his arm around her, steering her towards the summer clubhouse. his mind’s swarming with ideas he can hardly wait to barrage her with. @machiavellians​