#ryjuyeon

[ryxhyunggyu-blog]

ø , ✉️ , ??

text meme | accepting! 

“ø” — late night;a m  2 : 3 0[txt → the artist] surely the antics of the princess do not keep you up this late?[txt → the artist] what keeps you up, then?[txt → the artist] unless you too have an econ project due tomorrow, which is fairly unlikely…

“✉” — wasn’t sent;[txt → the artist] who are you, really?message deleted[txt → the artist] crowns fit you more than any other headpiece.[txt → the artist] so why? why did you leave?[txt → the artist] you’re living a life meant for the spotlight in the shadows.messages deleted

“??” — drunk;[txt → the artist] do y’ think apple juice would be a good medium for watercolor?[txt → the artist] applecolor, heh,,,[txt → the artist] not gonna lie, the juice just drank is pretty strong[txt → the artist] tastes kinda funky[txt → the artist] i dunno…u use weird stuff t paint right?[txt → the artist] maybe u should come and look

[avtjiyong]

hc + juyeon lmao

in another life, in another time, jaewon would have married juyeon by now. to him, she is everything peaceful, the quietness and calmness that he is entirely lacking in his life. she represents everything he wants and can never have: beauty, serenity, long mornings full of sunshine and soft kisses, gentle smiles and… trust. in many ways he does love her, in his distant, particularly cruel sort of way, entirely enraptured by her when they are together, but then forgetting her as soon as she is out of sight.

the first time she painted his portrait, he knew he wanted her– he wanted the way her eyes traveled along his jawline, the way she studied his cheekbones, the shadows in his hair. painting can be so sexy, and even though he has very little talent of his own when it comes to wielding a brush, he seems to make up for it in other ways, spreading her out naked across his bed-sheets like color onto a blank canvass.

in another life, the sex might’ve meant something; they might really have loved each other… but as it is, he takes what he can from her, finds comfort in the softness of her lips, her hips, her hands, before inevitably breaking away, his heart still sealed away in it’s steel tomb.

[ryxhyunggyu-blog]

sidelined | bjy & chg

@ryjuyeon​

today was a day of reopened wounds, wrapped in expensive frills of silk and opaque pearls.

the male thinks this as he watches the lavish procession from the exit of the grandiose ballroom, arms crossed and back against the creme colored wall. it a pose unfitting for a professional royal bodyguard, but to be frank, the worst he could possibly get was a disapproving look from the other man beside him - he was notorious for being one of the youngest members of the guard; unenthusiastic and mildly irritable, but by far one of the most loyal. besides, he had an odd knack of befriending royal officials, so naturally, they were a little wary.

having deemed the situation in control hours ago, his eyes begin to wander.

(they already had a specific destination in mind, of course.)

he sees the lady in waiting among the sparkling dresses and richly colored suits, with her bright smile and glowing eyes, and follows her graceful movements with an indifferent expression. (his gaze tells a different story, however. it’s one of a subtle fascination and curiosity, possibly even sympathy.)

hyung gyu was, for a lack of better words, one of those kids who had been around for quite a while in the hyun household - he had just been put into service when the woman had suddenly appeared, with whispers trailing behind her. of course, you could never quite trust the words that came out of people’s mouths, but no matter which way you put it, it was quite a messy history.

and with the yangs here, too...

her eyes meet his, a pretty shade of brown collected on a smooth canvas, and when the corners of pale carmen lips rise, the side of his mouth raises into what was almost a smirk in response.

enjoying yourself?

he didn’t blame her - the fourth hyun princess could be quite intense at times, so letting off some steam wasn’t too bad, right? meanwhile, he hadn’t budged for around an hour or so, boredom festering and swelling inside him as he willed time to hurry up and get things over with.

he doesn’t know why he holds her gaze, even when it becomes increasingly clear that it’s no longer a polite meeting of eyes. he just does, the candlelight reflecting and dancing mischievously in his eyes.

[rydaehoon-blog]

thrown out canvas

*& ; @ryjuyeon

( ' he has always hated being fake-- no, actually, who is he kidding? he's been faking everything the second he can hold a pen. and that’s why he’s in this party, that’s why he’s holding a glass of wine and talking to some girl he hardly pays attention to, and that’s why he’s staring at someone in the dance floor that he swears looks familiar. there’s a smile on his face as he sets the glass down and heads straight towards her; who wouldn’t forget bae juyeon, a close friend ) miss me? ( ‘ he jokes a greeting before holding a hand out as if they just got out from a movie ) dance with me