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[rgsix-blog]

howl ▲ 6 &

OFTEN TIMES SIX would find herself with her hands tied—figuratively, but the sensation is real all the same—wrists heavy and heart troubled, the petulant blonde frequently wanders off the path of sanity & ventures into a darker area of her mind; the ones raving with demons that demand her attention at each and every end, threatening to take her by the limbs and tear her to PIECES.

SO THE VIIKATE discards all sane options & spends her night traversing throughout the grounds with no specific aim in mind. secretly, she HUNGERED for a sort of disturbance, for god to send her a reason—a purpose—in the night.

PERHAPS SHE IS MEANT to kill—to draw blood from a sinner far worse than herself to pacify her own demons, the devils swirling & running rampant inside her mind, sliding sharp digits across the expanse of her fragile neck and threatening to strangle the life out of her. that is how six feels on an average day with nothing to serve as a distraction — SUFFOCATING.

QUITE EASILY, SHE spots a waking soul, a contender for her attentions of the night—an oasis from the demons that have terrorized her fervently—& her hand moves on its own accord, grip tight on around another’s wrist as she tugs the soul back to look at her—a woman clad in a virgin white dress with striking blonde cascading over fair skin, six was a sight to behold; a compelling VIXEN in her own right.

“i need help.” 

[rgseulgi-blog]

limelight — ft. jongsu

as expected, her father does what he likes -- pieces together a festival in a neighboring country as he likes, declares a week of cease fire as he likes, and even instructs his wondrous children ( the term is used ever so loosely depending on the child ) to gather information as he likes. but if the first princess was honest ( and she painfully is, even if at times her conscience doesn’t permit it ) they all saw it coming. 

( whoever didn’t was truly a soul of utter innocent in this war and seulgi--well, seulgi couldn’t afford innocence anymore. )

for the most part, the dragonborn dressed appropriately for the festivities, clad in layer upon layer of delicate white fabric embroidered in gold and red, it’s infinitely easy to spot a royal of surya in this matter -- not that seulgi ever considered hiding, evident in the golden dragonborn crest that hung off a single chain on her chest. her hair, half braided up with their nation’s flowers ( the lovely lycoris raidata and aurea ) nestled within luscious dark locks, took about an hour to finish up, finished with a golden hair pin her late mother gifted her.

in general, the entire ensemble took about three hours to put together, with sharp eyes lined in khol and shimmering shadow and plush lips colored in a soft shade of rose — even her skin seemed to give off a faint scent of flowery sweetness. now, it wasn’t necessarily three hours seulgi planned on wasting, but as always the start of these festivals could not go by with the meetings of royals -- in forms of glamorized parties gathered only within the palace walls ( in this case, duur’s ) -- and she wasn’t about to embarrass her nation.

and so, appropriately dressed for the occasion, the suryan princess is a sore thumb of glittering gold and red in a sea of duur, elv, and tempestade officials and royalty alike -- mindful of watching eyes and jeering looks as she strides through the crowd without her handmaiden ( wherever she may be ), spine straight and head held high as she begins the search for a nobleman ( or woman ) high enough to waste time exchanging false pleasantries with. 

she was a princess with a mission in mind, after all.