remembered.

make you go down in history.

[wndrlnds]

a private writing blog penned by meg. mun, muses and faceclaims all 20+. please scroll with caution as triggers or nsfw may not be tagged.

[wndrlnds]

      for  most  people  in  this  world,  attraction  was  something  to  be  relished.  often  people  would  find  joy  in  things  like  having  crushes  or  lusting  after  another    —    niamh,  however,  thought  it  was  a  bother.  for  a  long  time,  she’d  been  the  type  to  believe  there  was  nothing  another  person  could  do  for  her  that  she  couldn’t  do  for  herself.  she  wanted  to  believe  no  one  could  add  anything  to  her  life,  that  she  didn’t  need  anyone  for  anything,  ever.  while  she  still  wouldn’t  call  it  a  necessity,  and  would  rather  die  than  say  she  needed  him,  meeting  kazumi  hayashi  definitely  shook  things  up  for  the  focused  and  power  hungry  student  that  was  niamh  kanagi.  her  attraction  to  him  was  immediate,  much  to  her  dismay.  from  the  first  time  he  walked  into  the  dionysia’s  meeting  with  his  brother  last  year,  niamh  wanted  to  get  her  hands  on  him.  even  if  she  was  hardly  ever  one  to  admit  she  wanted  someone  in  any  way,  shape  or  form,  she  also  was  never  the  type  to  not  get  exactly  what  she  wanted.  and  what  she  wanted  was  kaz.         carnal  and  raw,  her  desire  for  him  was  something  she’d  much  rather  have  just  ignored.  of  course  everyone,  even  the  strongest  warriors  on  the  harshest  battlefields,  would  sometimes  fall  prey  to  their  degenerate,  primal  hungers.  her  thoughts  about  kaz  were  always  indecent  at  best,  and  while  emotions  were  the  farthest  thing  from  being  involved  when  it  came  to  niamh,  that  didn’t  mean  they  couldn’t  have  their  fun  together,  right  ?    these  days,  whenever  niamh  needed  to  blow  off  steam,  she  knew  exactly  who  to  call.  and  maybe,  just  between  her  and  the  moon,  some  nights  when  she  didn’t  even  need  to  let  out  her  stress  she’d  find  herself  typing  in  his  number.  that  was  all  it  was  though,  even  on  those  stress-free  sordid  nights  the  two  spent  together,  it  was  always  just  sex.  yet,  as  niamh  stood,  round  but  sharp  eyes  trained  on  the  sultry  woman’s  hand  resting  gently  on  kaz’s  bicep    —    well,  she’d  never  been  good  at  sharing  her  toys.       her  entrance  into  whatever  conversation  kaz  had  been  so  direly  interested  in  with  the  woman  next  to  him  was  her  bumping,  rather  harshly,  and  certainly  intentionally,  into  the  man.  her  red  wine,  though  not  entirely  full,  full  enough  to  soak  his  shirt  and  potentially  stain  any  skin  it  touched.  an  innocent  face  forms,      “  oh    —    i’m  such  a  klutz.  i’m  so  sorry…  ”      and  it’s  bullshit,  they  both  know  it  is.      “  let  me  help  you  clean  up  ?  ”      her  hand  grabs  his  arm  before  he  can  give  an  answer,  her  eyes  not  even  bothering  to  spare  the  woman  another  glance  as  she  pulls  kaz  away  under  the  pretense  of  lending  a  helping  hand.  once  secluded,  and  no  longer  dragging  the  man  along  behind  her,  instead  standing  still  and  turning  to  face  him,  a  face  once  cute  and  innocent  is  now  gone.  her  eyes  look  up  into  his  as  she  speaks  again,  this  time,  from  the  heart.      “  oh,  so  sorry,  did  i  interrupt  your  ever  enthralling  conversation    ?  ”      sarcasm  dripping  from  her  words  like  venom  from  a  snake’s  teeth.  here,  between  the  two  of  them,  niamh  is  something  she  often  isn’t,  even  in  her  sarcasm    —    real.  

[pclarnights]

closed  starter  ›  hajoon  &  dasom,  @wndrlnds  !

          feeling  like  everything  could  be  taken  away  from  you  at  any  moment  is  something  that  dasom  hasn't  been  able  to  shake  since  that  day,  flinching  at  the  smallest  of  sounds  or  voices  on  the  other  side  of  closed  doors.  it's  been  unbearable  but  they  maintain  their  facade,  choosing  to  bury  the  mental  anguish  they  feel  to  instead  focus  on  making  sure  their  siblings  are  okay,  as  well  as  hajoon.  he's  the  person  dasom's  been  dreading  to  see  the  most,  due  to  the  tension  that  remains  between  them  along  with  knowing  there's  a  chance  they  could  crumble  in  his  presence.  despite  this,  the  princess  makes  their  way  into  his  room,  walking  up  to  him  with  obvious  hesitance.  they  find  it  difficult  to  maintain  eye  contact,  glancing  at  him  then  away,  diverting  to  the  guard's  braced  ankle.  before  they  can  stop  the  action,  a  hand  ghosts  over  it,  adjusting  its  elevated  position  as  delicately  as  possible.  ❝  is  it  getting  better  ?  ❞  their  first  &  only  words  spoken  to  break  the  silence,  waiting  expectantly  for  hajoon's  answer.  what  other  excuse  would  dasom  have  to  be  there  ?

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ despite whatever was going on between the two, the person hajoon had undoubtedly worried about the most when everything was going down was indeed dasom. and now, here they were stood in front of him, albeit hesitantly. he'd take what he could get, however. seeing that she was safe was enough to relax him even if he'd heard so from her brothers. seeing it, seeing them, meant everything in this moment. he let out a shaky breath, one he may have been holding, he wasn't sure, before speaking, " not as quickly as i'd like it to, but i'm doing well enough. " and then, perhaps in the rarest of moments, something maybe only dasom herself had seen before, he begans to tease, just in the slightest, " why, were you worried about me, princess ? " and maybe, he hoped just for a moment, they could pretend things hadn't been so messed up between them. for just right now, they could pretend they were back home, and their days filled with stolen kisses and quiet touches instead of avoidance.

[dxncingxnmyown]

After releasing Yuichi from her unfamiliar but generous embrace, she moves about in rapid space. He's confirmed it - Michiko is no worse for wear. But Midori has to see it, with her own two eyes, to know it for certain. The young Princess may forever be ambivalent for her, but in place of animosity, it is welcome. "Michiko." Midori exhales loudly, meeting her gentle embrace with a firm one. Softening only as she inhales, feeling the pulse on her sister. "I am better now that I've found you." Happier, too, and she envelopes her well in hand. "He is alright." She cannot bring herself to admit her uncertainty - is he still hers? But she pulls away, staring down at Michiko. "And you? Did any harm come to you?"

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ regardless of any of the past pseudo-issues the two may have had, michiko is unbeliavably relieved to be in her elder sister's arms. to be breathing in her scent and feeling her pulse. for it meant they were both here, both alive, and the yamoto's would live to fight another day. even if tomorrow, the siblings were once again in their awkward in-between of strangers and family, today, michiko held midori as tightly as she could, and spoke to her as gently as she did only yuichi, " i, too, am feeling much better now that we're together. " she gives a warm smile, one that can be found often on michiko's face but it still means the same. " no harm came to me, and how lucky i am that i, and my family, are all safe. i was worried about you... with yuichi and i stuck in there, there was no telling what was happening out here. " she pauses, just for a moment, and then, " i don't want anything to happen to you, midori. you're family. "

[classicaltcles]

a man of court, klaus was not, despite the metaphorical crown the prince bore, having taken it with the force of his brother's blood. subjected to dangers, he had experience in, but none as refined as a kidnapping scheme, the situation much calmer than he'd have anticipated, and cleaned up so nicely at the helm of the queen's who assumed charge. she was nice, and he was unaccustomed to that, having felt horrible for her during the peak tension of their... situation. even now, klaus was shaken, and unsure what to think. her face brought a strange sense of relief, and the smile he returned was more genuine than his most. " michiko. so glad to see you doing well. " and not in a hostile situation, he did not add with his words, but the gaze said it all. " i hope you have managed to find good rest. "

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ while kindness may have been something klaus wasn't accustomed to, it was all michiko truly knew how to be. kind, warm, loving — she'd never really had a mean bone in her body. of course, her kindness could come off as weakness, and she was, naturally, scared during the entire ordeal. she only hoped others didn't think less of her, or think her a coward, due to it all. " you as well. i can't even tell you how glad i am that everyone is faring well... given the circumstances, of course. " her smile doesn't fade, even at his unspoken words. " ah... rest hasn't come too easily to me in recent nights, but surely i'll be back to normal in no time. and you ? have you had any troubles ? i surely hope not, but i'm here to listen if you have. "

[pclarnights]

          ❝  michiko  !  ❞  relief  flooded  through  her  system  as  she  was  reunited  with  the  princess  of  japan,  arms  wrapped  tightly  around  the  other.  as  soon  as  dahlia  had  been  made  aware  of  what  her  friend  had  gone  through,  she  knew  she  needed  to  speak  with  her  ;  to  see  her  for  herself.  ❝  i'm  okay,  i'm  okay,  do  not  worry  about  me.  just  tell  me,  are  you  alright  ?  you  must've  been  so  worried,  ❞  dahlia  frowned,  pulling  michiko  close  again.  ❝  i  can't  believe  something  like  that  happened  right  under  our  noses  ...  if  there's  anything  i  can  do  for  you,  please  tell  me.  ❞

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ while michiko could acknowledge she'd been through a lot, she worried more for others than she did for herself. it was just the way the woman's brain worked. always thinking of her family and friends before herself. her mind hardly taking pause on her own scary situation and instead focusing on if dahlia was alright. still, dahlia was a bit like looking in a mirror for michiko. when worried words left her mouth, michiko tensed ever so slightly. " ah, me ? i... i was. i was very worried and of course it was scary. i didn't want them to hurt me, or worse, yuichi. BUT, i assure you, i'm alright. i'm much more worried about everyone else. we had little idea what was happening from in there, out here. i'm so glad everyone is okay, mostly. especially my family, and you. "

[wndrlnds]

closed starter ㅤ›ㅤ  @dxncingxnmyown ㅤfeaturing... ㅤmichiko ㅤ&     midori ​.

ㅤ ㅤ ever since everything had gone down with the former rulers of the HRE, everything in versailles had felt so fast paced. when michiko laid eyes on midori, though, she felt as though everything came to a hault for just a moment. she made her way over to the woman just older than she, the one who shared her name, her blood — and for perhaps the first time ever, threw her arms around her. " midori. " she says it in the gentlest way she ever has, " you're okay. you're here. " and even if they hadn't been particularly close up until now, michiko wasn't too keen on losing any member of her family any time soon. " and your prince, tian feng ? is he alright, too ? "

[wndrlnds]

closed starter ㅤ›ㅤ  @pclarnight ㅤfeaturing... ㅤmichiko ㅤ&     andrés ​.

ㅤ ㅤ while michiko had been one of those held against their will, it hadn't made her want to rest. instead, it made her avoid the act of laying down, closing her eyes, and being alone with the thoughts of what had happened. thus she was with the injured, making sure no one needed a helping hand. she'd simply been drawing little flowers on paper when she heard someone standing up, and upon looking up, was met with andrés disregarding his sprain and standing. a knowing smile pulled at her lips as she walked over, " you know, i was warned about you. " she puts her finger gently to his shoulder, pushing just a tad, " you should be in bed, resting your sprain. "

[wndrlnds]

closed starter ㅤ›ㅤ  @pclarnight ㅤfeaturing... ㅤmichiko ㅤ&     dahlia ​.

ㅤ ㅤ it had, undeniably, been a horrible week for all the royals in versailles. michiko had been lucky, in some weird and twisted way, to be by her brother's side during her worst moments of the week. still, she had worried endlessly for the rest of her family and friends. seeing dahlia, she could nearly cry. without a word, she pulled the other into a hug. " oh, dahlia ! i'm so glad you're here, and safe. " pulling back, but just enough to look at the other, she inquires, " are you alright ? "

[wndrlnds]

closed starter ㅤ›ㅤ  @classiqcals ㅤfeaturing... ㅤmichiko ㅤ&     klaus ​.

ㅤ ㅤ michiko feels like everytime she shuts her eyes, she is back in the main room of the castle. queen jacuqeline attempting to step out, everyone inside discovering they're stuck — she can't get any of it out of her head no matter how hard she tries. but perhaps, even in the darkest moments, there is light... though they'd never properly spoken before that horrible night, she knew they were now attached in some way. whether merely bonded from their shared experience or a blooming friendship, as soon as michiko saw the other, she walked straight to him. she offered a warm smile as their eyes met, and offered a simple and soft, " hello, klaus. "

[pclarnights]

          pretending  that  their  eyes  hadn't  been  following  hajoon  around  throughout  the  night  would  be  pointless  —  despite  the  painful  end  of  their  complicated  relationship,  dasom  still  cares,  even  if  they  refuse  to  let  it  show  ;  refuses  to  appear  weak  or  vulnerable  in  any  form,  no  matter  the  emotional  cost.  the  ache  he's  left  behind  is  something  they  can't  shake,  a  constant,  ever  present  reminder  in  their  day  to  day  life  (  &  one  they  wouldn't  readily  rid  themself  of  either,  if  given  the  opportunity  ).  they  don't  break  eye  contact  even  as  he  approaches,  sipping  at  remnants  of  what's  in  their  glass.  dasom's  lost  count  of  how  much  they've  consumed  tonight  ...  but  they're  still  standing,  so  the  idea  of  slowing  down  isn't  a  thought  in  their  mind  just  yet.  ❝  quite.  ❞  the  raven  responds  a  little  too  quickly,  ghost  of  a  smile  playing  at  cherry  lips,  though  it's  an  empty  one  that  doesn't  reach  their  eyes.  ❝  love  is  in  the  air,  libations  neverending  —  what  could  go  wrong  in  such  a  place  ?  ❞  dasom  asks,  downing  the  rest  of  their  wine  (  with  a  little  something  extra  ...  ),  washing  away  the  bitterness.  ❝  shouldn't  you  be  at  haneul's  side  ?  how  has  she  been  tonight  ?  ❞

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ when hajoon's eyes meet dasom's he steels them immediately. he refuses to let anything he's feeling, or that he's feeling anything at all, show through them. perhaps in the end, hajoon and dasom's downfall couldn't be attributed to just one of them. instead, maybe it was simply because they were too much alike. after all, what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object ? that was to put how things currently stood between dasom and hajoon into the simplest of terms. both too scared to seem weak, too stubborn, to admit how badly they both missed one another. and even if one were to admit it, where would it leave them ? wouldn't it be just like both of them to run away still ? so they were stuck, suffering and lost with out each other, but hajoon thought maybe this was for the best. he'd never deserved dasom, anyways. at their quick response, hajoon has to hold back from scoffing. his eyes flick to the drink in their hand before they promply down it. " yes, it seems you're being so very safe this evening. " his words drip with sarcasm, but behind it is the worry he's hiding. " it's not for you to worry about, anyways. i'll worry about what could go wrong. i suppose you can continue to so thouroughly and carelessly enjoy your night, princess. " and then, at her next words, he does let a breath out through his nose. " i could point out every yi in the room to you right now, if you'd like ? or would you rather trust i know how to do my job ?? she's fine, having a great time and indulging in the night, just as you are. "

[classicaltcles]

in his mind, tian feng liked to visualize himself, and his hand in turn with midori's, as a bridge between worlds, a peace treaty ( the bare beginnings, anyway ) of enemies. an ideal end goal would be to unite as families; but that day felt far off, and shaky even on it's best behaviors, from both he && the found heir of the empire. the last party to take place in versailles had splilt blood from both he && yuichi's veins; tian feng had hopes to avoid a repeat of the last celebration. they were meant to be allies, now, on the surface. even so; suspicion clouded his gaze as the younger princess approached, and he suddenly felt unarmed with midori at his elbow. terrible time for their fight, really - it was not often that tian feng found himself feeling so alone. " good evening to you as well. " he bowed his head slightly in respect, curious, and his smile a carefully set expression. " for now, if you would wish, you are welcome to call me by my name. " a gift to be given, a way to, hopefully, better integrate into the closed wall of the yamoto family. the smile softened, but it was all hard edges, and the warmth a fabrication. " a lovely night to celebrate one's love for another. i am glad to see it all going so... smoothly. have you danced yet, princess ? "

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ when it came to the politics of tian feng and midori's relationship, michiko cared not. she wasn't sure how she felt about old rivalies supposedly being mended, but she did know how her brother felt. even if it wasn't much a bother to her, she would always back him. still, while there may not have been many things michiko would assume her and the chinese prince to agree on, she would have easily agreed to his sentiments of tonight not ending in any more blood spilt, especially from yuichi. michiko, knowing nothing of the ongoing fight between her sister and her lover, approached with only good intentions. nonetheless, both parties seemed to be especially careful of each other anyways. maybe, however, the conversation could be a nice one to go along with the nice night. " i appreciate the offer, prince, though i do fear it too informal. how about we settle for prince tian feng, instead ? " and even if she'd taken diana's offer of the same in a heartbeat, calling the man before her without formalties entirely simply felt too close and comfortable. " mm, me as well. i do hope the night continues on without any troubles. the two deserve to enjoy their celebrations of love. i have danced, here and there, not as much as i'd have liked to, though, actually. and you ? have you been frequenting the dance floor ? "

[rcsplendent]

ophelia doesn't startle easily, but she does get far too absorbed in her work sometimes — this being one of those moments. she jumps a bit when michiko plants herself on the table beside her, verdant eyes lifting to meet the other girl's, a look of shock morphing into one of delight. " michiko! " she chirps, sitting up from where she's been hunched over her work for the last however many hours, wincing at the ache that comes with it. " oh, nothing too difficult; just altering one of the queen's dresses — she'll be beginning to show soon, " she waggles her eyebrows as she gestures a hand over her stomach, referring to defne's pregnancy. at the news, however, her jaw drops, eyes widening comically. " no, really? goodness — étienne has been a wreck ever since he left. i was ready to strangle that man! "

[wndrlnds]

ㅤ ㅤ hardly even taking pause at having surprised ophelia, michiko herself too absored in the conversation they would now be having, she continues on without even apologizing for the accidental scare. she does, however, take notice of the slight wince on the other's face before her next words, so when she speaks again, she opens with an offer, " ah, are you alright ? did you need something, a back rub, perhaps ? you must be careful about slouching. " and then, her face of slight concern immediately morphs back into one of glee. " oh how exciting !! she must be simply delighted. i'm sure you'll make her the nicest dresses in all the land to show off her new bump. " she even laughs then, at the ophelia's next words, " well how very glad i am that you restrained yourself. i think our chats would be a little less fun if had between the bars of a cell. i'd still enjoy them, though, just between us. in any case... it's a good thing that he's back then. "

[wndrlnds]

🌷 michiko about yuichi <3

" i feel it's almost unfair to ask me to say just one nice thing about my older brother. " she pouts, but just for a moment, before her smile returns full force. " he's the strongest person i've ever met, and the bravest, and i always know i'm safe with him. he's my protector, my big brother, and i love him more than i love nature, more than i love food, more than i love air. one thing simply isn't enough. "

[wndrlnds]

🌷 hajoon abt dasom <3 hehe

he clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable. it isn't that he doesn't have anything nice to say, no, it's that even now he has more nice things to say about them than he'd ever care to admit. " i find that dasom is very resilient, even if she's ridiculously stubborn to go along with that. "

[wndrlnds]

FMK for Michiko; Zian, Jiahao, Tian Feng

fuck: zian marry: jiahao k(iss) on the cheek: tian feng

[wndrlnds]

🌙 both!

do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?

MICHIKO :

while she would rather have an emotional connection, she wouldn't turn down a one night stand if the vibes were right, you know ?

HAJOON :

he's definitely open to, and even enjoys, one night stands. these days, he probably actually prefers them to anything else ( considering he's sort've still in love on the low but don't ask him about it cause he'll lie ) .