#rgjiyong

[rgsojin]

busted; ft jiyong

Her locks of chocolate brown can be seen whizzing quickly from one direction to another, Duur’s crown princess’ attention completely fixated on the tasks at hand: currently, those tasks involving preparations for the fireworks display that would be happening later on in the night. Although she was an earth bender and not a fire bender, meaning she herself would not be taking part in actually performing in the show, she was apart of directing set up and making sure everything was in place. 

It was a huge hassle, but one she was determined do complete with success. Maybe it was her harsh focus that allowed for such an unseen event, letting something no thought would come to play out actually happen. She had been frantically walking down one corridor, a search for her father the only thing on her mind seeing as she need him to approve everything that was happening so far.

A scream of surprise laced with fear was cut off from her throat the moment she felt harsh and powerful hands wrap around her frame and pull her with force down an empty hallway. A hand was plastered over her face, mouth completely covered. Sojin could feel her eyes prick with tears, her whole body restricted. This cant be happening..! Whether a prank or not, she was being threatened and potentially abducted, and there seemed no hope in breaking free, and she feared for the worst.

[rghikari]

| strikes of gold; |

       (*) The news of his arrival had reached her before any official announcements were actually made and she had her gossiping entourage to thank for that. As soon as she had gotten up that morning, her maids had made a fuss of which dress she should wear and how they should fix her hair-- all unusual activities for they knew how much she preferred waking up to the serenity of their normal mornings. 

They tell her in excited chatter of the man she was going to be meeting today. They retell stories of his war escapades in hopes of impressing her but the princess remained uninterested; her thoughts instead were focused on the brewing annoyance that had settled in the pit of her stomach. It was strikingly unusual for her to be asked to meet the nobles and it was even more unusual for her people to be this excited about it. 

Surely, this was the queen’s doing; one of her ploys to dispose of the her in the most diplomatic way possible-- marriage. Therefore, Hikari found herself already in a foul mood even before she met the Lieutenant Colonel.

She walked with slow steps to the courtyard, her pace evident proof of her displeasure at having to meet him. The bright reds and striking gold of her clothes were ironically reflective of her emotions; it was not often that she felt fiercely passionate about disobeying her stepmother but when the moment presented itself, such as today, it was almost hard for her to follow through with her stepmother’s wishes. 

But before she could change her mind and walk away, she found herself at the courtyard’s entrance and heard the guard already announcing her arrival. It was too late to turn back now. 

[ rgjiyong ]

[xtaeilrg-blog]

Crime&Punishment; Jiyong

This is how to live.

Taeil thought that often, too. When committing such bold, drastic deeds he was often reminded of his youth. He thought of sitting in his own room; he though of being a late bloomer. He thought of the way his parents grieved their son’s hidden talent: they grieved because their only child was a cuspian.

Though he was raised in considerable wealth and though he was sheltered from the wicked misdeeds of the world, such a simple, clean life never appealed to Taeil. No. He had to be bad. He had to be awful. He had to be hated. There was something so romantic, he thought, about being a runaway rogue. There was novelty in tragedy; beauty in pain... And so, Taeil always had a way of making himself suffer. Always. He told himself that’s what he wanted. Taeil became a master of deceit, deluding even himself.

Though despite his habit to deny his true desires, Taeil called himself a person who got what he wanted; and in some ways, he was not wrong. For example: Taeil wanted money; the man before him, on his knees and shielding his head, was definitely willing to comply with that request at knife point.

Then, Taeil called himself “Ki”; the alias he was under when crossdressing, and damn did Taeil know how to crossdress. He wore his hair long and in curls, and his dress; provocative, yet stylish and elegant, matched his red shoes perfectly. He felt he was safer that way--from getting caught; from getting hurt. 

Perhaps shamelessly, he had no qualms with the threat it brought to his masculinity. Taeil thought that concept to be frivolous anyhow. After all a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do, even if that means being a girl, right?

Slinging a black bag full of jingling coins, jewelries, and who knows what other goodies over his shoulder felt so utterly satisfying as he casually walked away from the scene, red heels clacking on the ground as he left. He wore such a smug look of triumph and in his left hand he kept his blade poised and ready to attack whoever and whenever.

“Mission success, boys!” He chanted to his sparse crew, who upped and fled the scene.