something borrowed ;
@sevlhae / from here:
“ come now -” her voice holds a tinge of amusement, soft in the ways that holds her affections. the crown prince is only her elder brother by a year, and because of it, in spite of his title, they’re still rather close. he knows secrets about her that none of the others do, has supported her quietly in the background where the others wouldn’t. in this way, seul feels like she at least can help his shoulders feel a little lighter.
after all, the crown prince has the burden of an entire people on his shoulders. in moments like this, it must be even harder to show his face. “ you’re joseon’s crown prince. should you wear your mantle with pride, they will look right on you.” stepping just one step closer, she adjusts the robe on his shoulders, eyes half closing in her affection. woon makes her proud in quiet ways that it’s not right for a woman to speak of. “ believe you me, brother - you look like my crown prince.”
she will always put her faith in him.
there are some jokes he can only share with certain people; certain expressions to be said; certain things confessed. woon is well aware that his shoulders have grown into his clothes, and that they no longer need to trim it on thin shoulders. he’s grown because he has to fill in the gaps their brother left behind. seul comforts him more than she probably knows, and for this he’s eternally grateful.
he smiles at that, and impulsively thinks to place both hands on either side of her face, as gently as one might hold a flower -- but he doesn’t, and keeps his limbs still when she adjusts his robe for him. “and you are a blessing upon this earth, my dearest sister.” he smiles even more, and pats her shoulder, affection jailed by propriety. “will you tell me something else, then? tell me another piece of poetry you like. it’ll ease my nerves more, i’m sure.”