#rgjinhwan

[rgselina-blog]

Meat You | Selina and Jinhwan

[ rgjinhwan ]

Her eyes for once are bright, the girl’s heart is racing even-- she’s almost embarrassed to admit it. She wishes Chanmi was here to see this, but life gives you a shitty deal of cards, you play with what you got. Smelling the food from the stands, holding onto a few coins her nose guiding her. Excited steps as she weaved through the crowd, stopping as soon as she spotted.. skewers... of meat. Salivating practically hurriedly giving her money to the merchant, who happily gave her the food. Teeth sinking into the first piece a happy hum leaving her lips. Walking slowly, being sure to savor each bite as she took a step. This festival-- the work she put forth was all worth it. She would like to think it’s all worth it anyway.

But life balances itself out, good comes with bad, luck-- unlucky. Selina forgets that most of the time she’s unlucky, fumbling over air her food falling to the floor. She makes a few attempts to catch it before it’s the ground but in the end it falls. She doesn’t say anything at first, biting her lip just staring at it before laying her hand over her eyes. Trying to stay calm, “..Fantastic.. really. Just.. great.” She says out loud, her fists emitting wisps of smoke. Angry? Yes. But that wasn’t something new for her, she was always angry.

[rgseulgi-blog]

lean on — ft. jinhwan

the great land of elv, if anything, was nothing e x t r a o r d i n a r y to behold. 

or perhaps, had she been less biased of her home country, of the marbled floors and beautiful architecture of the palace, even the buildings beyond the kingdom’s walls—though she would admit that the scenery in elv was, at the very least, nice.

( thick greenery and forest animals were notably nothing surya could ever provide. )

to speak frankly, the first princess had temporarily been relieved from her duties as a noble in favor of a small trip into elv--mainly to follow up on leads of possible suryan soldiers selling weaponry to their enemies. 

it didn’t sound completely plausible as soldiers within the imperial army high enough to even dare wouldn’t be mere soldiers. but it was better to be sure than not, according to her father anyway. the dying king knowing well enough to rely his trust on his own blood than his trusted advisors or even his little special units.

why bother when he had raised a perfectly capable daughter?

as it was, the princess found herself in the midst of the slums of elv, clad in peasant clothing itchy against her own skin, she is slow to move through from alley to alley, a cloth shielding luscious locks and dainty features away from peering eyes. it wasn’t as if the princess was completely aimless, for she had a well enough idea as to where suryan gold could be traced back to ( not many of elv would get their hands on that with the war these days ) -- but for the time being, she’s content in taking time in her search; in absently enjoying the taste of freedom.

but she supposes it wasn’t called the slums for nothing--such was the wake up call she receives at the rough shove into cement, angered orbs turning only to fixate on the weapon pointed back at her as a man’s forearm presses roughly across her neck. 

( the stench was unforgivable. )

“quiet, wrench, before i slit your pretty little throat.” the threat is clear, snarled against her hair as her fists clench, the smallest strand of fire slipping past pretty pink lips. but before seulgi could think to do anything--to set her assaulter’s face on fire, it is a dull thump that steals her attention away, followed by the pained expression seemingly etched on his face before his grip falls completely and he slumps onto the ground, leaving wondering eyes to settle on her supposed “savior”. 

elv was always full of surprises.

[xtaeilrg-blog]

Awkward...; Jinhwan

It was late when Taeil made his escape. He stumbled through the streets of the slums, a beer bottle in one hand and his pockets filled with lose change and the jewelry he had snatched. Though he had only barely managed to evade danger this time around, he was none too cautious as he zigzagged his way through the alleys.

He wasn’t quite drunk yet, but he was well on his way. Every once in a while, he’d stop in the middle of the streets, alone, to take a large, exaggerated swig of whiskey. He’d do that, then promptly spit it out in disgust, and minutes later... He would do it again.

Though drinking did nothing to help, his loss of balance had come more or less from fighting. While a quick runner and an even quicker thinker, he was none too strong with his fists and therefore lacked the ability to defend himself against bigger, badder guys.

Feeling beat, though he wasn’t defeated, he staggered into the first building he saw that he had the means to get into. It was dark, dingy, and covered in a thin film of dust.

Squinting, Taeil looked around. Through his slight drinking haze and with the lack of proper lighting, he saw much of nothing. He took several careful steps forward, mapping out the area with his feet in hopes of finding the best place to sleep.

His foot felt something kind of soft, like a big flesh lump on the floor. He muttered a quick, “What is that?” As he put his weight on it, moving his foot around and getting a feel for the object in front of him before he stumbled forward and flung himself to the floor.

Taeil scrambled to sit up and survey the scene; before him, he saw another young man sprawled on the floor.

His face flushed, whether it was embarrassment or from just being a useless drunkard, Taeil didn’t quite know.