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Repost & BOLD which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse.

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tagging: @rosenoire​ @00ksy @maetamng @baeducatio @narcissarose​ @fairypiejongie @hakveon​

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.// tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream// it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

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"I’m going to be sick."

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It takes a little while before the words finally get through to him; he had been far too focused on his food to pay attention to the stranger’s words. A lot of time had passed since the elder had last eaten a proper meal, his stomach protesting violently against the negligence. Not that he had been able to help it. If this place had taught him anything whatsoever, it was that obtaining food of any kind was quite the task without money.

Lucky for him, this guy had been friendly enough to buy him a meal

Unlucky for him, he was terrible at handling spice.

By the time Zeno takes a bite of his third rice cake, half of the sugar on their table had gone missing. What once had been an awfully spicy plate of ddeokbokki, had now become sugar with rice cakes and some vague aftertaste of hot pepper. Disgusting to most, but it had a wide smile spreading across the prince’s face instead. Unaware of how odd his taste would be perceived to the people, he had ever-so-kindly offered his savior to have a piece as well. Not one of his best plans so far, it seemed. ‘Huh?’ He blinks in confusion, surprised by the gradual loss of colour in the other’s face. ‘Didn’t you eat enough? You should have a bit more, food always helps to make me feel better when I’m sick!’

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"You could have died!”

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Green. Orange. Red. The colours change quickly in front of his eyes, and he doesn’t quite understand how such a thing was possible. No matter how many strange objects and people he had seen so far, he would still be amazed whenever something new crossed his path. This time was no different. Lips have slightly parted as he stares up at the lights high up above, head tilted to get a better view ( oh, he must have looked so very intelligent ).

Orange. 

Red.

Mindlessly, his feet start dragging him closer towards the light. If it wasn’t magic, then what could it be? Perhaps he would be able to find the wizard who had created this good-for-nothing-tool. As amazing as it looked, Zeno simply failed to see the use of it in broad daylight.

Green.

A loud noise awakens him from his trance. Everything happens really fast from there on. His body is dragged backwards by an unknown force; at the same time, one of the speed monsters races past. No halting, no slowing, nothing. He could have still been standing there. That thought alone has him drifting off once again, his heart beating restlessly inside of his chest. It’s the stranger’s voice that eventually calls him back out to reality, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to make sense of the entire situation. ‘What? What just happened? Why did it come at me?’ The gravity of the situation doesn’t entirely get through to him, and perhaps that’s for the better. And then it hits him, instantly pointing up at the ( now red colored ) light. ‘Are you the one who made that?’

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"I know your secret." Nova

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‘I didn’t steal it!’ It’s the worst possible response one could come up with in his position. Nobody had done so much as mentioned the blanket hidden behind his back, nor had they mentioned him stealing it. Zeno, however, seemed to be unaware of that one little detail even as seconds ticked by. Never before had the prince been forced to lie, let alone be forced to steal. With no place to go to, and nights that were far colder than he had grown used to, there had been no option but to seek some sort of shelter for himself. At least until he had found someone to bring them back or provide a safe place to stay.

Fingers clench tightly around the fabric in his hands, his eyes suspicious when he looks at the female in front of him. How did she know, anyway? Why did she care? ‘Who are you? Are you following me? I will call the guards if I have to!’ And regardless of whether or not he was able to ( he most obviously wasn’t ), that was something the stranger had no use of knowing.

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160914 Woohyun’s Instagram Update @nwh91: 흔들흔들 trans: Shaking shaking

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How To Train Your Prince

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“Actually I just wanted to see if you could hear me stranger!” The fairy chirped with a laugh before heading for the hoodie. However he didn’t hop in hooded hat as instructed but instead wedged himself in a sitting position between between the human’s neck and shoulder where he could get a better look at the odd human. “You’re not from around here are you Biggie? Most mortals can’t see me unless they are dead, dying, touched with a gift or under the age of four. You don’t look as if you fit any of those requirements and yet you can still see a fairy?”

“So what’s your deal? Not for nothing, but you’re not even screaming like you should be that a seven inch winged man is talking to you either.” Sungjong was really only six point five inches tall but it would be a cold day in both sides of this realms hell before he admitted that little tidbit to anyone. He most especially wouldn’t say as much to a strange “Biggie” that could see fairies (and wasn’t also terrified over such a peculiar fact), here inside of Iseung–land of all things frightfully mundane.

The quick movements have him left unfocused, gaze quickly shifting as he tried not to lose sight of him. After all, the smaller the object ( or in this case, the person ), the easier it was to lose. This case was no different, and if no humans had been able to help him, perhaps this tiny creature could. Zeno finds himself twisting his head towards his side with a bit of difficulty, eyes slightly narrowing as he studied the fairy once again. It’s his words that have a gasp erupt from his throat no more than a few seconds later, and it seems that all the pieces have finally started to fall together.

‘Dying? I’m dying? Is that why I’m here? But I can’t die yet, I’m a prince! Who is going to rule the kingdom when I die? I didn’t even get the chance to become a king yet!’ Wide are his eyes when he stares at the stranger this time, a look of pure horror surfacing on his features. There was no way he was going to die just yet—but that was the only option he could think of. He’s doing his best to calm down, inhaling sharply while trying to recall the words that had been spoken just a minute ago. Perhaps there had been one other option. ‘What kind of gift? I’m really good at ballgames! Is that why I can see you?

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Stephanie really had no idea what this guy was doing. Let alone why he was trying to let lose this dog, who he really had no business in doing so. But then again, being an animal lover herself, Stephanie really couldn’t look the other way either.

She rubbed at the back of her neck as she looked at him finishing cutting the leash. Although when the dog didn’t move, it even shocked herself. There was something strange going on. Why wasn’t the dog running away? Was the dog really that well behaved that it would stay there without its owner to tell him what to do? It really didn’t make sense to her. And by the vocal cords of the male, she could tell it didn’t make sense to him either.

Her eyes went to look back at the male after listening to him speak and her shoulders gave a slight shrug in response. She walked over towards the dog and leaned down to her knees to look at the dog carefully. Reaching up to gently pet the animal, she smiled softly. “Why aren’t you running away, boy? Are you waiting for someone?” She looked around the area that was in her view. There were no lights or anything around. Was its owner even in this area? She pushed to stand herself up, brushing off her pants, looking at the male once again. “Alright, but how exactly are we supposed to take him to a doctor? I mean he’s pretty much half my size and I don’t drive.”

Eyes narrow ever so slightly as he studies the dog’s face with caution. He had absolutely no experience with sick animals, but there was no other reason he could think of for it to stay in place after just being freed. Far as he knew, dogs were always roaming around the streets without any restraints. They were happiest that way. Oddly enough, so was this dog. Happy, that was; but how could one be happy staying in one place? He definitely must have misunderstood.

‘I can carry him.’ That’s a lie. The dog is big; very much so. Zeno has seen his father done this before, however. It had seemed like an easy task to do. What could possibly go wrong? It was just a dog, after all. ‘Let’s get you to the doctor,’ he reassures the dog in a soft tone of voice, kneeling down to grab a hold of it. Somehow. How did you lift a dog again? His eyebrows furrow into a frown, but he doesn’t want to show her that he is actually inexperienced. ‘Uh.. Turn around, please.’ His request for the dog is foolish, and remains without response. A huff escapes his lips at that. ‘Or just… okay. Put your paws here..’ Though he motions for the dog to put a paw on his shoulder, he is met with nothing but silence once again. ‘Or.. Wait, I can do this.’

This time, his arms wrap around the frame, getting to his feet to somehow hoist the dog up in the air. Unsuccessfully, of course. Again. It wasn’t going to get much messier than this. ‘Something really must be wrong with him, I can’t even pick him up,’ he finally states, as if it had been the dog’s fault all along. ‘We should go find help instead.’ 

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@rosenoire

he’s trapped her in dilemma: should she tell him that YES, he did break the heirloom record player gifted by her grandmother when she turned seventeen or should she pretend to be passive about it, figure out later if there was a possibility of it getting fixed? laela didn’t want him to feel bad even though she was quite heartbroken over the fact. zeno brings out a more protective, almost motherly side to her. she supposes it was his politeness and gentle aura that causes it to be so. despite the fact that he was older, she couldn’t help but care for him like a younger sibling.

“what happened, though?” she leans closer to the player. its needle seems to have broken off, but the record continued to spin. on and on, the colors on the label melting into each other in a seemingly infinite swirl. “this is a pretty old machine, honestly. want to come with when i bring it to the antique shop? hopefully they could do something to get it working again.”

It all had happened really fast. Record players were not something he was familiar with, and the quick spinning of the device had caused him to freak out within seconds. One swift movement was all that he had needed for the music to end, but that had left him even more confused. Was this magic, too? Did that mean that Laela would be able to help him? When her gaze meets his, Zeno slowly lowers his arm again, an apologetic, yet curious expression written on his face ( how was he supposed to know just how important that object could be? ).

‘Can you do magic?’ The question rolls from his lips as if it’s nothing, and the guilt has soon disappeared from his mind. ‘Like that thing.’ It’s almost as if hope visibly sparks in his eyes when he points at the player, a smile blooming on his features. ‘Maybe you can help me getting back home.’ His arm drops once again, yet his smile widens when he nods in response to her words. ‘I will come and you can help me. Is it a magic shop, too?'

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fleuralette

She raised an eyebrow as he continued on, not sure whether to take him as crazy or actually believe him. There was no way for her to actually know. It wasn’t unlike how she was when she arrived in California, but in her case, she was a child. People just looked at her like they would any child with an abundant imagination. It was different with him. He was no child; however, he held the confidence a child would when talking about how real their fantasies were. The tones that laced his voice also brought back memories of her home, how her brother held himself with that type of determination as a prince.

Ultimately deciding not to think about it any longer, not wanting to relive the bad memories, she spoke “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you,” Eunseong gave a slight bow for politeness as she would when she was working, and then turned to begin her walk away from the situation. She didn’t know this person, and could not out herself in the process of telling him that there was possibly no way to get home: the fate that she had herself.

Desperate would be the right word, alright. The more days had passed, the more desperate Zeno had started to grow. Although there hadn’t been a single person willing to believe, let alone help him, he wasn’t going to give up so easily. There was no other choice but to pursue his goal to get back home again ( as soon as possible ), no matter how hard it was going to be. With no place to go, no place to stay, and no place to even do so much as recognise, all that the young prince could think of was to find a way. It wasn’t just an option; it was an absolute necessity.

Her answer hadn’t been the first disappointing one so far; but it had definitely been the most confusing one. All others had either told him no without letting him do so much as finish his story, or simply ignored him from the start. This woman? The silence had raised his hopes, and although she ended up denying him her help in the end, Zeno didn’t hesitate in following her footsteps. Even if he had to go so far as begging, he’d do it if it could return him home. ‘Please,’ he continues, making sure to follow after, ‘I only need an address. That’s all. I just want to talk to him. You know one, right? Please tell me.’

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It is astonishing how incredibly easily Narcissa manage to crawl under the elder male’s skin. Her words and actions operate like slender fingers pressing down on the right buttons to perfection, if she is to be trapped in this filthy and odd world then she should be allowed to some innocent fun. The slight smile creeping over tinted tiers mask a growing fright of not being able to return back home. Narcissa rather portray a pleased and arrogant side of her than revealing to be as scared and weak as she actually is..Whatever she could do to forget and push that away, she would do it without hesitating. It’s not like Zeno isn’t used to this already.

The words hit her harder than she allow it to show, simply shrugging the bitter scolding off like it isn’t even said to her. “I’m just saying,” she lean back against a brick wall. “We don’t know who did this or for what reason. Perhaps we should be a little more careful. You know, select our help a tad more minfully. Who knows, maybe the wizard has allies here who are after us as well. Did you ever think of that?!” In fact, that is a realisation in which Narcissa herself don’t want to make truth out of. A lump grow and tighten her throat, forcing her to swallow hard as she once more try to find a peaceful place in her mind to keep her calm in the situation.  

Zeno is already mocking her, like always. She doesn’t need for him to see her break and cry.

Silence. No, he hasn’t thought of that before. All that had been occupying him was to find out the quickest way back home, and the only way to get there seemed to be through a witch or wizard. Frankly, the thought of someone out to get them here had never done so much as cross his mind—and he hates it. He hates how she always manages to somehow turns his own words and actions against him, no matter how confident he had been about his solution. Even then, he refused to listen to her and allow her to think that she had had a valid point. There was absolutely no use in stroking her ego whatsoever; he’d have to listen to her bragging about it for the rest of eternity.

A click of his tongue and the silence is broken. His plan was solid, and he’d stick to it. ‘Yeah, of course I did,’ he bites back at the female, the lies easily rolling from his tongue. ‘But those allies could be everywhere, right? So, are you just going to sit here and die? Good luck, I’ll write you a letter when I get back home.’ Completely blind to the fears that had started to wrap around Narcissa, the male did not even bother sugarcoating his words. They had never done so when it came to one another ( unless his parents had been watching ), and he wasn’t going to do so now, either.

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"That was a bad plan."

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‘And you, what kind of ideas did you have so far?’

The words are spoken in an almost vicious tone of voice, teeth clenching together in order to bite back each and every single one of the comments that had been threatening to sneak past pink lips. It wasn’t often that Zeno had trouble controlling his temper, but it seemed that the female just somehow managed to get through to him every single time they met. Even in the current situation, she was still trying to get under his skin, and it had been getting on his nerves since the second they had landed in Seoul and she had opened her mouth to speak up.

It had always been like that, and it would always be like that, and not for a moment would he think of forgiving his parents for the wedding arrangement. ‘You think you’re so smart, don’t you? And yet, you haven’t come up with a single plan so far. Congratulations.’ The prince scoffs at that, dismissively shaking his head at Narcissa. In all honesty, his plan had been a rather solid one—in his eyes, at least. Nothing but magic could have brought them here, which meant that magic would be key in bringing the pair of them back to their kingdom. How was he supposed to know that his request would result in nothing but an old man laughing at their story? ‘It must have been a bad magician, I’ll find a better one.’

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"What were you thinking?"

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Hungry. That’s all that had been on his mind, really. All that he had had on him was some leftover currency from his own kingdom, and none of that had seemed to get him food. His stomach had been protesting, aching to finally be satisfied again. The longer it lasted, the more painful it had started to become; was it possible to get a headache out of hunger, too? He wouldn’t know; hunger had never been a problem to him before.

It was then that he had spotted the plate. Left unguarded, Zeno had wasted no time but to quickly grab it and walk off, leaving behind some of his own money as a quiet ‘thank you’. All of it had seemed so perfect inside of his head, but it was no more than a few seconds later that a hand is wrapped around his wrist, just when he was about to sink his teeth into the bread. Who else could it be but the owner of the meal? Had he seen him walk off? Or was it simply another stranger? Maybe if he pretended not to know, he wouldn’t have to deal with it.

‘Huh?’ Surprise colours his voice, stomach still whining for it to be filled. Oh, how much he wanted to just have a few bites. Everything would be alright, if only he could eat a bit. How long had it been since he had last done so? ‘What do you mean? I wasn’t thinking about anything.’

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"Don't let me die."

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It sounds like a quiet murmur; he is sure that he would have missed it had there been any sort of noise around them. That simple fact is what has Zeno frowning; anyone scared to die would not be quite this calm, would they? For a moment it has him questioning whether or not he should step in and save the owner of the voice, but not doing so would only have guilt consuming him later on. It doesn’t seem like that great of a plan. 

‘Don’t worry!’ Not wasting another second, the prince quickly steps forwards, slapping the small device out of the male’s hands. ‘Quick, get away from it!’ How was he supposed to know that the elder had simply been playing a game? How was he supposed to know that phones were anything but harmful? In his eyes, it had been a threatening object, something that might have somehow cursed the beholder of it. With that in mind, he raises his leg just enough to get ready and stomp on the phone. If he broke it, the curse would never be able to return, right?

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"I’m going to be sick."

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Oh, he had been warned. Three times, if not more. Regardless, it had seemed so very silly, it must have been a prank. A little bit of a childish one, perhaps, but Zeno had found himself laughing it off regardless. What could have turned an endless amount of water so bad that it was impossible to drink? Where he came from, it was no more than usual to hydrate oneself straight from the rivers and lakes. Little did he know that not everyone could praise themselves lucky with that kind of luxury.

Completely ignoring the stranger’s wise words of advice, he cupped his hands and helped himself to some of the clear liquid. His expression faltered as soon as the water ran past his throat, changing into one of pure disgust. One second; silence. The next; loud coughing and spluttering as he tries to spit it all out and rid himself of the taste. 'I think I’m going to be sick too,' the words are dragged from his lips into a whine, as if this hadn’t all been his own stupid fault. ‘What happened to that water?! Who’s trying to poison me? Ah, how do I get rid of this terrible taste?!’

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"Are you even listening to yourself?"

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Alright. He should have known better than to ask for help. Should, because stubborn as Zeno had always been, he had absolutely no intentions to give up trying. It had been almost a week since he had ended up in Seoul, yet it seemed that the prince was still clueless as to how to blend in with everyone. Who could expect him to, when nobody was able to tell him where he had come from ( and more importantly, how he had ended up here ). She is not the first to treat him like the next person gone insane. Not at all; but even after his mental health had been questioned time after time after time again, he still did not seem to learn.

Whether or not people believed him, he had always spoken the truth, and he would never cease in doing so.

‘Of course.’ The words are spoken in quite a defensive manner; his pride was definitely being tested these days. ‘I’ll get back somehow. I got here, so there must be a way back. You don’t have to believe what I’m saying, I only need your help.’ Brows furrow into a frown, determined to get some answers once and for all. ‘Every kingdom has their fair share of wizards, somewhere. Just tell me where and I”ll leave you alone.’

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"I'm cold." As one of the very few mortals that could see the mouthy fairy, Sungjong felt very comfortable in demanding of this guy in all the glory of his 6.5 inch height: "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

Anyone in their right mind would have questioned themselves at the sight of the tiny creature. They would have worried about their mental health; make a quick note to get more sleep and to lay off the coffee for a while. Fairies were not to be believed in by anyone over the age of approximately eight years old. They did simply not exist in the real world. Then where did they belong?

Fairytales.

( And so did Zeno. )

Needless to say that the prince was not the least bit surprised by the sight of the male. If anything, it was almost a relief to find something that seemed to be just as out of place as him. There’s a distracted gaze in his eyes when he studies the fairy from a short distance, questioning whether or not giving in to the request was a good idea. ‘How could I possible hug someone your size? You will suffocate.’ The words are stated matter-of-factly, but Zeno has already come up with another great idea ( he thinks ). Wide smile spreading across his face, the prince points towards the back of his shirt, motioning to the warm hat of a hoodie he had been allowed to borrow. ‘Do you want to warm up in there? It’ll be much more comfortable, and much warmer.’