#rghani

[rgcero-blog]

Leptosome

prompt: Leptosome: How is their body image?

it had taken some time for mikhail to adjust to the scarring that he saw upon his body -- particularly his face. he had not realised how bad it was until he escaped from the badlands and chanced upon an inn that had a mirror. he had gotten tattoos over his legs and his arms in an attempt to cover up most of them, but he had never been able to stay too far away from trouble. nevertheless, the tattoos help him accept his marred skin. mikhail often gives the impression that he just doesn’t care, even though he is extremely self-conscious of the scar on his face that remains an active reminder of who he’d been and what kind of person he’s become. 

[rgxcain-blog]

the north remembers ❇  cain;hani

rghani

the thing about war that cain disliked the most was that he could not be as self-indulgent as he liked. desire was sacrificed for power, control, victory. he would have liked to go to the festival, where he heard everything went well until surya attacked -- cain never could trust the bastards who started the conflict -- and gone with her, made sure that she was with him at all times, that she would not stray, or be entranced by some other good-looking male -- although the chances of that was slim. he was, after all, one of the best-looking young men. not to mention that he had the prestige of his rank in the army, and his position in the royal court.

nevertheless, the defense of the borders had taken quite a toll on him, and while it was now a little quieter -- or as quiet as war could be -- he had taken the advantage of going back home. and of course, he called for her, had set up a dinner table in his room just for them. a little private time was needed, although he didn’t have much. 

thus cain waited, sitting at the table set for two, dressed as casually as a prince could be while waiting for the woman he had become so enamoured with to grace him with her presence.

[rgcero-blog]

clueless (in duur) ₪ cero;hani

rghani

festivals were a time of great celebration, for which cero was always happy to see -- mostly because there were hapless little souls ripe for the charming, and cero did like himself a little game in the form of people. 

besides, there was many  to choose from. the personalities that came from all corners of the known world meant that cero had a chance to have a taste of those places he hadn’t been to yet. elvians, particularly, were people he had almost always fascinated with. there was something about being in the far north that seemed absolutely unattainable to someone like him, who’d come as far south as the badlands. to be able to meet more of them was exciting in itself, but he tried not to keep his hopes up to high. cero had duties to attend to, after all, and one of them --

was definitely not bumping into some girl who seemed clueless in the city.

he walked into her, having not seen her until the collision, her presence in the space he’d previously thought occupied a most embarrassing wake-up call -- especially since he was wearing his uniform. he stumbled and blinked and was bewildered all at once, the mask never slipping from his face before he stood upright and at attention yet again. 

“i apologise,” he remembered to say, his bow a little awkward and a little too forced and all too quickly ended. “you look a little lost, miss. may i help you find your way to your destination?”

[rgsojin]

official discussions; ft hani

[ rghani ]

She checks herself once, a soft yet strong hand running over the front of her dress in an unconscious precaution of smoothing out any wrinkle she knows aren’t even there. It’s a habit she has, looking as perfect as she can no matter the event or guest. She had an image to keep as one of the faces of Duur, so it was only natural. After a minute, she checks again, only this time buy adjusting the position she was sitting in so her back stood just a little straighter. Business matters had to be dealt with professionally, and a sloucher was no one to listen to. This had to go well.

It wasn’t long before a knock was heard from the other room, the door opening only when Sojin gave verbal permission for the action. As normal, it was a guard, and she looked at him with waiting eyes. “Your Highness, the Elv Nation’s Captain of the Coalition Army has arrived. Would you like to see her now?” As big and scary as he might have looked, with a voice that deep, those of other Nations wouldn’t understand how soft and polite he really was.

“Yes, please send her in now,” She replied, nodding her head to him with a small smile. She waited patiently, and was happy when yet another knock echoed around the room. “You may enter.”