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kangsoyou-ia·:

🟠Forced time (Soyou & Yi Huai)

Embarrassment and frustration was clear in her expression as Soyou mulishly glared at the target a few feet away from her. Lowering her hand that was still holding onto a bow, the brunette couldn’t help but take note of the arrows that were centimeters away from the bull’s eye. Failure was something that she wasn’t accustomed to, and it tasted bitter in her mouth.

She didn’t even realize that things were actually that bad until her teacher had approached her after class and said that they had assigned someone to teach her how to aim better. They said that a “Li Yi Huai would see her in their indoor practice grounds that evening”, and so here she was. In a typical move for the vampire, Soyou had arrive half an hour early from the agreed upon time. She was usually content with just ten minutes, but her nerves had prompted her to get there as quickly as she could.

The thing was, she didn’t even know where she was lacking. She took note of her posture and tried her best to even out her breathing before she fired. Heck, she even took account the angle she shot from as well as the wind (if there ever was any), so why couldn’t she hit the damn center of the board? The door to the room opened, and blood red orbs met eyes that were just as red as she snapped to the direction where the sound came from. “Uh, hi. I’m Soyou. I’m assuming you’re Yi Huai?”

@yihuai-ia

“a correct assumption.” is all he offers her, his words brusque and short as the mirrorwalker moves further into the practice room. he is buzzing with clear irritation but it had less to do with her and more with the fact that he had been forced to tutor someone in the first place. he had an excellent handle on the bow and arrow as it was his main weapon but he had thought these classes were simply for his own benefit. imagine being approached by someone and being told to use his skills in order to improve someone elses failures. he had only ever been ordered as such by his father so to take it from a mere faculty memeber had angered him in the first place.

he doesn’t feel as if he has to introduce himself considering she already seemed to know who he was (no thanks to the teacher, of course) and so he just sweeps in with the pure white cloth of his clothing trailing lightly behind him. “I’m here because apparently you’re not that great at archery.” his voice is deadpanned, bored and neutral just like his eyes as he sweeps them along her as if attempting to see any weakness in her posture that might translate whens he held the weapon in her hands. though he would expect a lot of her weakness is that archery is not a life and death skill for her. she would be able to survive without it and so she might not understand just what it meant to hold it within her grasp.

“shoot for me, let me see what your problem is.” he orders, sweeping his hand out towards the targets without looking away from her. the quicker that they got this done with, the happier he would be.

#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ written word ⦅ you have to be cold to be a king ⦆#kangsoyou-ia #_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ queue ⦅ there is a universe inside of your head ⦆

sanori-ia·:

Sanori is smiling, fumbling nervously with his hands as he knows you can not always touch things that are pretty (he learned this the hard way). Though the other’s hair seems really soft, biting his lower lip he balances on his heels from left to right as he watches the other, a little giddy by the way the other was talking.

“Oh… I am not human but I am not old even by human standards. What are you, fifty?” he asks and steps a little closer, he wants to see if the other man has wrinkles like older humans tend to have.

“Oh… the community is the world where I used to live, underground.” he points to the floor, not that it had been underground here on this spot. It got the point across (he hoped). “The Mother was our leader, we always thought she was… immortal but she fell down when the evil police shot her, maybe she is still alive? Papa says not but I don’t know for sure.” he rubbed his hands together with a frown, obviously getting more anxious about the subject at hand.

so he wasn’t human. yi huai could have guessed as much just by the odd appearance of the other but a confirmation was better than an assumption and so he just nods. though to be fifty? he exhales sharply from his nose, a small smirk playing at the edges of his lips as such a pretty assumption. “I am one hundred and seventy three.” he announces instead, a mark of pride in his words as he squares his shoulders just a tad bit more in pride. he doesn’t mind the other moving closer, his threat level is minimal at best and he seems softer, quieter and that alone allows yi huai to both relax and turn on his charming best.

“the ground?” eyes sweep downwards to where he is pointing and he wonders if he meant literally. he seemed the type but considering the waves of nerves that seemed to come from his speaking about it makes him reluctant to further question him, even if he wants too. “I didn’t live here either, actually.” he offers instead, something of a smile playing against his tiers as he inclines his head a little. “I’m from a world far, far away from here. do you like this academy? what is your favorite part?” perhaps it would be better to turn the conversation to easier things for both of them.

#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ written word ⦅ you have to be cold to be a king ⦆#sanori-ia #_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ queue ⦅ there is a universe inside of your head ⦆

zitao-ia·:

Zitao has little shame when it comes on commenting on hot people, he just grins at the other as he tucks a lock of hair behind his own ear and watches the other amused. “I am glad the compliment is welcomed?” what an off thing to say. He rests his weight on one leg as he watches the stranger with curious amusement.

“Ah, a new student then. You must be careful, you’ll be the new meat. People will jump you for a chance to hook-up.” he smirked, eyes sparkling with amusement since he wouldn’t mind either. Purely going by appearance the other is definitely somewhat his type and he has a real thing for ashsoles after all.

The curiosity seemed to be mirrored though and the alien snorted at being called Mister Zitao. “Just Zitao is fine, Yi Huai. I have been here a long time, too long if you ask me. Anyway, do you need like a… tour of the academy? We can start at my room?” he licks his lips and grins. It can be a joke if the other wants it to be.

Haha so funny Zi.

the others assessment of him being new is more fact than anything else. the assumption that others would be queueing to get with him, however, was somewhat off-putting. yi huai is used to such treatment from the many women of his empire considering being the consort of an emperor was a desirable position to be in but to think that these people who did not know him would be driven by their lust? perhaps the creatures here were more controlled than he though, especially by such a baseline emotion. “they’ll just have to get used to the taste of disappointment if that is their intention.”

his voice is hard, almost cold as he gazes at the other to gauge if he was including himself in that broad range statement. sure, zitao was good looking at first glance but yi huai didn’t know him or his threat level, nor did he know the same about anyone else so he would hardly lay himself with others without knowing them. it was an easy way to set him up for an assassination at the hands of less than savory people in such a vulnerable moment. it is a small paranoid thought but people have been killed with less, that much was true.

narrowed hues linger against the others face for a moment, not the kind to break eye contact first. “a tour would always be appreciated but I doubt your room holds much interest.” a smooth dismissal as if natural, allowing for the others word to become a joke between them as he fastens a courtiers smile on otherwise handsome face. “this campus is quite big, I’ve been lost more than once.”

#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ written word ⦅ you have to be cold to be a king ⦆#zitao-ia #_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ queue ⦅ there is a universe inside of your head ⦆

ra-ia·:

Silver orbs meet red, Ra smiles. The other seemed to be less than excited about the arrangement. Sure, Ra thinks to himself as he watches the man. Smile remaining on his eyes but his eyes cool I can deal with another rejection in a week. The hurt from being rejected by Doctor Daddy had not fully healed yet and he was having a migraine since he had not slept in two days.

smile and be nice, Ra. “Hello Yi Huai, crown prince.” he watched how the other carries himself and Ra wonders for a moment whether the other has been fucked thoroughly over a royal counter yet or if there is a wild side under the attitude the other shows.

He has to work hard not to snort, instead he just nods. “A while, I think about two years? Time is odd” which it is for the tuanji, he wonders about his new roommate. “Well, this is going to be fun. Luckily you’re handsome.” He has to see how the other will respond to that. He has to try.

two years. what a miserably long time to have to share a space with someone. he wonders how many roommates have come and gone in this...quaint little space with the other vivacious and forward personality that this man had. he offers a nod in return to his greeting, eyes flickering the length of the other in a quick scan as if measuring his worth before they idle back on similar hues. “do you find that you like this place?” he asks, as if trying to be polite and keep the conversation going that was initiated by the other.

he couldn’t dismiss it as easily and since they would be sharing this space it felt almost rude if he tried. he, too, could say that time was odd. it felt as if his empire had become stagnant and slow to progress that the colorful oddities that littered this campus were almost overbearing. he even wonders what this other man is considering the tattoos on his flesh but he finds it might be rude to ask. instead he turns away from the other and looks to see if there is a mirror in the immediate vicinity for him to look at and how many there were. the personal mirror in his pocket almost burning against his flesh in a reminder to keep his escape routes plenty.

however his roaming comes to a halt when the other speaks and his eyebrows knit together for a moment. a slow turn coming at the heel of his foot as he faces the other being once more. “I appreciate your compliment.” the response is automatic, almost mechanical as it falls from his lips. “however....I am curious as to what you mean. what is going to be fun?”

#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ written word ⦅ you have to be cold to be a king ⦆#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ queue ⦅ there is a universe inside of your head ⦆

kiran-ia·:

Precious; Yi Huai & Kiran ||*

@yihuai-ia ;

Kiran couldn’t believe how beautiful the gift he gave to her was — she truly didn’t feel like she deserved it, but he’s so adamant of her accepting his gifts, as had she been too, though her gifts to him weren’t as glamours and perfect as his were to her. She was so thankful though to have come across someone she enjoyed being with, whether it be in silence or not, she was comfortable with him in every aspect of the word itself. Fingertips trailed along the necklace, touching it carefully before bringing it up and holding it against her neck only to quickly wander over towards the mirror and look at herself with it. She never felt more beautiful in her entire life, it was as if the artifact itself made her feel better about herself. “He’s got good taste..” she chuckled to herself before finally deciding to stick the necklace on and actually wear it so he could see that she did in fact wear the things he got her. Kiran glanced at reflection once more in the mirror to make sure it was on straight only to get distracted by fixing the stray strands of hair; smoothing them behind her ear and freshening up her makeup. It was now time to go and see him, she just hoped she knew where he was. First place to check, his home away from home; his dorm. But first, she needed to stop by the gardens to grab something she’s been working on for him.

Kiran had become familiar already with the short venture to the others place — it was a trail engraved in her mind that even in the dead of night she could navigate easily to him and she was sure it was vice versa as well. Dark hues focused their attention entirely in front of her as she held onto a box that held within it various succulent plants she found beautiful that she knew were hard to kill just in case he would forget to tend to them. Which he hasn’t killed anything off yet that she’s sent his way, thankfully. The mere thought made her chuckle softly as she continued on her way only to realize she was there. She bit into her bottom lip, eyes shifting a bit downward to make sure she looked decent and that the necklace was in its correct place so that way he could see she loved it more than she could ever express with her words. She knew it was something she would cherish and never let out of her sight. Kiran took a deep breath in and walked up to his door, her knuckles tapping against the wood loud enough for him to hear.

“Yi Huai, it’s me..” she spoke gently, beaming a bit and ready to see his beautiful face. “Are you home?”

yi huai could be described as a simple man despite complex overtures. he enjoyed lavishing those people he considered close to him with gifts of varying grandeur but none so much as kiran. she was an undeniably soft soul and a beautiful creature that he felt as if whatever he gave her would be eclipsed by her soft aura. it was somewhat amusing to think that the first person to catch his eyes in the 173 years that he had been alive would be someone as soft and fragile as this human was. she would age and eventually return to the earth and he would still have plenty more years left to live. it is almost tragic in a poetic way and it was that kind of thought that made him eager to lavish her with bigger and bigger gifts. her time was fleeting, he should treat her as well as possible in the short time that they would have together. he would eventually be forced to go back to his lands and rule and his father would not take kindly to think that he had his feelings bundled gently and handed to a human woman of all things. bastard children were easy to come by but a full blooded mirrorwalker would eventually be needed to rule their lands.

it is the thoughts that occupy his mind in rapid fire when he hears the gentle knock on his door. red hues immediately looking to the door and then to his roommates unoccupied bed before he’s pushing up from his own so that he can cross the room. he doubts that Ra would have left without a way to come back so he figures that it is Kiran instead. she must have found his present and that alone makes a smile settle against his lips as he opens the door, having to tilt his head down to look at the others soft face, falling lower to see the beautiful white jade pressed against her skin. “I figured it would look dazzling on you but I see that it is much more beautiful than even I had thought.” his words smooth like silk past parted tiers as he reaches out to gently press the tip of his finger against the necklace before he’s focusing his attention on the wearer. “you should have told me you were coming, I would have come to get you myself. it’s not good for a woman to be by herself.” chivalry is only somewhat dead, though he doesn’t mean to say she cannot handle herself. he only worries for her being as fragile as she is, stepping back and sweeping his arm out for her to come inside. “come in, my roommate isn’t here to bother us.”

#_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ written word ⦅ you have to be cold to be a king ⦆#kiran-ia #_ .✰* — ˗ˏˋ queue ⦅ there is a universe inside of your head ⦆

chineseactorandactress

#✧ — ⋆ a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart ; reflect.

@sanori-ia: "Oh wow..." Sanori says. Eyes large as he stares at the unfamiliar man and smiles at him "Your hair is really pretty sir." He taps his fingers together as the black orbs stare at the man. His pupils and irises both black and almost covering his whole eyes. Only when he looks to the side a sliver of white can be seen. "Did you grow it out a long time?" he asks, voice soft and amazed "The Mother always made me cut my hair in the Community."

he has absolutely no idea what this strange man is talking about. not really, at least. past the idea of his hair being pretty, of course. a compliment that has his hand reflexively smoothing down perfectly straight ebony strands as if he might have a couple that are not absolutely in place and thus casting shame on his otherwise ethereal appearance. “thank you for thinking so.” he offers, though the tone does not seem quite as appreciative as he is for having his ego stroked so readily by another.

still, it was a good question he supposed. “I would say quite some time...I am decently old by human standards.” is this person human? he highly doubts it but he has never seen such a strikingly different person as the other is. it causes him curiosity that he has to bite back slightly. instead of demanding what he is he latches onto the others conversation. “I am not quite sure what you mean. what is the community? the mother?”

#✧ — ⋆ you have to be cold to be a king ; written word.#sanori-ia

@zitao-ia: "Sorry-" Zitao apologizes as he passes the other in the hallway and grins. "Nice hair man," he winks at the other and then pauses. Even if he has to go to class. "I'm Zitao, never seen you before." he bows lightly as he studies the other curiously. Class can wait.

in other circumstances he would be ruffed at the close call of contact with someone he does not know. instead, in this instance, he is somewhat confused by the casual way the other has complimented him. he had a bold personality, certainly. he can’t expect people to know that he is royalty without having spoken to him but surely his appearance gives away such a fact?

“thank you, your compliment is welcomed.” he intones back, following the others lead and bowing slightly back to him with causal indifference. he might be the better of everyone at this school but he certainly had manners. it was one of the things drilled into him from the moment he could comprehend complex theories. “unsuprising , I have only recently joined this hall of academia.” an admittance he does not mind giving the other, tilting his head as he surveys this man. he was a curious being, that much was certain. “I suppose you’ve been here quite a while by your choice of greeting.” he infers, a slight pause. “you can call me Yi Huai, mr. Zitao.”

#✧ — ⋆ you have to be cold to be a king ; written word.#zitao-ia #another instance #of me hating my son

@ra-ia: The room is tidy enough, Ra has taken the bed and space furthest from the door and there is a large terrarium to the side where a white snake is sleeping. A white violin is placed against the wall and Ra himself is laying on the bed, flipping through the pages of a book with a yawn and then looking up with someone enters the room. "Oh, hey." he smiled as he closes the book and gets off the bed.Silver eyes, silver hair and shite scars on his face and hands are obvious as he walks over to the unfamiliar man. "I got a notice I got a roommate. How are you? I'm Yeomra, most call me Ra."

roommates.

it felt almost like a dirty word to the prince who had looked upon such words with confusion written clearly in the furrow of his brows. sure, the human realm was certainly different but to think that someone like him was to share space with another person? he doesn’t outwardly commiserate about it because he was the one who had made this deal with his parents in the first place. he was concerned about where his stuff might fit but he can’t say much else as he has his servants bring his bags to his room.

it’s a smooth process but he doesn’t expect to come face to face with his roommate so soon. red orbs focused on the others face, still somewhat concerned with how jovial the other sounds. he has met few commoners with such energy and so slight judgement shows on his face as he looks him over from head to toe. he notes the odd patterns on his skin and eyes that are somewhat similar to his.

“hello.” an intonation that is flat as he inclines his head to this other being. “I am Yi Huai, crown prince.” a not so subtle reference to his station in life as he tilts his head, disrupting the pure silk of ebony locks as they spill over his shoulder. “how long have you been here at this place?”

#✧ — ⋆ you have to be cold to be a king ; written word.#ra-ia #hello #i hate my son #here you go

ohisms

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)

→ 𝐈 . GENERAL

❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .

→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST

❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .

→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE

❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .

→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT

❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].

#✧ — ⋆ through the looking glass ; memes.

leneemusing

softer prompts

“ i’m not going anywhere. ” “ you make me feel safe. ” “ i think i might be in love with you. ” “ i just like seeing you happy. ” “ just let me take care of you. ” “ you’re my family. ” “ i can stay, if you want. ” “ you make me feel alive. ” “ you’re captivating. ” “ i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need. ” “ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ” “ i trust you. more than anyone else. ” “ you have a beautiful soul. ” “ i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it. ” “ i hope i see you in my dreams. ” “ do you trust me? ” “ you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever. ” “ i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like. ” “ you make everything a little easier. ” “ will you just…hold me? please. ” “ just tell me everything’s gonna be okay. ” “ you’re enough. you’re more than enough. ” “ you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it. ” “ i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you. ” “ i have faith in you. ” “ i’ve never met anyone quite like you. ” “ knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time. ” “ every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you. ” “ i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to. ” “ i can tell something’s bothering you. ” “ what can i do to help? ” “ come on. let’s get out of here. ” “ i’m taking you somewhere special. ” “ where are you taking me? ” “ i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you. ” “ you make me feel like i’m worthy. ” “ you deserve good things. ” “ i want to be your home. ” “ loving you is like something holy. ” “ i made you something. ” “ come back to bed. ” “ stay the night with me. ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ you wanna talk about it? ” “ did you wanna tell me something? ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i’m proud of you. ” “ i need you. ” “ thank you. for always being there for me. ” “ don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth. ” “ i’m not leaving you. not ever. ” “ you have kind eyes. ” “ sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away. ” “ there’s so much light in you. ” “ i want you here. ”

ACTIONS:

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly

#✧ — ⋆ through the looking glass ; memes.

chineseactorandactress

#✧ — ⋆ a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart ; reflect.#cause you know #why not

tag drop.

#✧ — ⋆ sure you are verified on twitter but are you verified in the eyes of god? ; mun.#✧ — ⋆ a pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart ; reflect.#✧ — ⋆ not the kind that needs saving ; aesthetic.#✧ — ⋆ you have to be cold to be a king ; written word.#✧ — ⋆ winter is gone and I still can’t sleep ; wardrobe.#✧ — ⋆ through the looking glass ; memes.#✧ — ⋆ there is a universe inside of your head ; memories.#✧ — ⋆ is this what you call unholy ; queue.

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