runaway

Sangki’s tears were slow to stop once he truly started crying, yet the dryad cried quietly with only small noises escaping him periodically. He found that crying was the easiest way to calm the swirl of emotions and let the tension leave his body. Was it pretty? Definitely not. Sangki knew he wasn’t a pretty crier. So, looking up at his older brother he knew his honey eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were flushed. At least he had the motivation to shower that morning so his blue hair was fluffy and styled nicely. 

“You were bored?” Sangki asked. His confusion was was clear in the way his brows furrowed and even then the more Iseul spoke the deeper his brows went. Something hot and jealous took a hold of him. Part of him was thrilled to hear his brother finding someone to love and marry. Had either of them stayed at Court they would have been married off to high born drayd women with the understanding they would carry on the royal line with children. Yet, the bitterness inside Sangki bubbled up and squashed everything. “Lovely of you to have the option,” he said through clenched teeth. The younger dryad finally turned away from his brother and went back to his now cold food waiting for him on the table. He plopped down into a seat and brought his food closer to him fully ignoring Iseul as he chewed. 

He knew he was being petty. Every part of Sangki should be happy but he hoped Iseul could cut him some slack. A thousand years was a long time to go without seeing any family. Eventually, the younger wiped his face and motioned for Iseul to sit down across from him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s been a long time and I’m still,” he motioned with his hand, “trying to work through some things. This is a lot…I’m happy to see you but it’s a lot. Honestly, I really believed once I was banished I’d never see any of you again.” 

Iseul hated to see his brother cry. Especially after all this time. But then, the emotions were turning into anger, and Iseul couldn’t help but to sigh. He wasn’t surprised. After all, he had had a choice. Sangki... not so much. He didn’t try to defend himself, didn’t even try to follow after Sangki when he sat down. It hurt, of course. It hurt to notice the bitterness when ultimately, Iseul wanted to see his little brother again. But he knew that the other had to be angry for them to talk anymore again. So, he watched him, letting out a sigh, before sitting back in his own seat to eat his own noodles. 

After a few steps closer Dae came to a stop. He knew his figure could be intimidating especially with his height making it seem like he towered over the fae who he knew was several inches shorter. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Iseul any more than he already was showing up in his human form rather than a wolf. At the same time he was also putting himself in danger now that Iseul could identify both his forms. While he hoped the fae wouldn’t use that knowledge against him, Dae would never be completely sure. 

But that smile. Iseul’s smile alone was reason enough to take the chance and try for more than their current situation. Daehwa wanted, no needed, to speak with him on even terms. Carefully, the wolf reached out and placed the bouquet of red tulips within reaching distance of the fae before backing up even further. If he could he’d just shift into his wolf form just to show Iseul that they knew one another. That he was a friend. Though in doing so Dae would need to strip his clothes off and that seemed too personal for a first real meeting. “I’m your friend,” he started. 

Dae’s hands shot up awkwardly as he waved off the idea of being a stalker. “N-no! No, no I’m definitely not a stalker. I am Wolfie..well my name is actually Daehwa, but it’s not like I could have told you that in wolf form.” Really he tried not to ramble but found it hard now that he was finally talking to Iseul. “I just really like you? Yeah…and I thought maybe you liked Wolfie enough that you wouldn’t mind if I met you in human form. That way you could get to know me some, but now that I’m saying all of this out loud it sounds a little creepy and for that I’m sorry.” By the end of his ramble, Dae’s cheeks were glowing bright read all the way up to his ears. 

Isuel listened to the... apparently not so unfamiliar stranger. He bit his lip, reaching out to grab the red tulips. He smiled at them, being reminded of their meaning, before he looked back to the person--werewolf-- in front of him. “Daehwa,” he breathed softly, mulling over the name in his head, and continuing to mull over the words. This was... Wolfie. Wolfie was a werewolf this entire time. Honestly, Iseul really should have seen it. After all, the wolf he had become friends with throughout the past couple of months wasn’t exactly a normal looking wolf. He was larger, definitely, and had those human-like eyes. He should have seen it sooner. 

Iseul shifted, holding the flowers close to him. He didn’t really know what to say, a small blush coming across his own cheeks. I just really like you. Those words rung in his head. “Sit,” he finally murmured, soft but deep voice falling from his lips. “I do like Wolfie enough to meet you in your human form,” he chuckled, pulling his lips into his mouth as he thought. He set his book to the side, crossing his legs under him. 

🌋: “Hmm, that’s a hard one. Nothing really pisses me off? Aside from like, death. But that’s too obvious. But I suppose that’s my answer-- death pisses me off.” 

🗾: “I’m kind of both? Mostly a lone soldier, though, but I can be a social butterfly. I just prefer not to.” 

“Long walks! Most definitely. Gives me time to think and enjoy nature or the city.”

“I kind of don’t like islands? Like it’s surrounded by the ocean... or a lake.. and you can’t leave. It creeps me out.”

🗽: who's your role model? or what qualities do you think are looking-up-to worthy?

“Qualities that I look up to? Bravery. Discipline. And of course, being easy going.”

⛲️: what's your ideal dream date?

“Just a simple coffee date! Or library date. Or even a picnic. Simply spending time with the person I love or want to love is enough of a dream for me.” 

🏟: if you could erase one person from your memory, would you?

“Not at all.”

🌈: what are your thoughts on 'love'?

“Love is a wonderful thing. Being married for over sixty years, it’s one of the strongest things I’ve ever experienced. It’s an opening to new things, and having someone by your side through thick and thin is definitely a magical thing.”

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

Pretty much just keys, wallet, phone, and book, if he’s carrying a backpack. He doesn’t really carry a bag most of the time.

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

“I’d probably go back to the very beginning. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, the biggest being not fighting for my brother, Sangki, and not doing more to save my sister. I’d want to redo that and relive life with them by my side instead of from a distance.” 

iseul looked at iseul, sure of herself. “mhm, probably.” she nodded, her lips pursing a little. normally, she was older than most ‘people’-.. but also, issy wasn’t really around folks to grow the right to think so. but, once he popped his question, there was a waver in her heart. her hand stopped mid cut to look up, “roughly. roughly 1,400?” a small cackle filled the room before it slowly died down, her eyes looking the man head to toe. seeing he fell quiet.. she noticed something. maybe he wasn’t kidding. “no, shit?” 

the air seemed different too, she could tell cause he was avoiding eye contact, and still… he hadn’t spoken. quietly, she continued to cut, not sure of what else to do. It looks like that question was crossing over some boundaries she didn’t intend to tramble over. hearing his voice again, she was slightly relieved- even more so when the answer seemed to be ‘he was away’ at least… at first. the moment he spoke again, she was stunned, completely. if yikes was a living thing, a feeling or vibe.. the pit in her stomach was it. why did she ask that? why didn’t she just cut the fuckin’ meat? iseul, grieving, nervously turned away nodding. all she could muster was an “ahhh..” and even that didn’t seem like enough.

Isuel couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from his lips at her shock. It wasn’t often that he revealed his age to someone. It wasn’t something he found important. After 500 years, it stopped being important to him. Now, double that, he definitely didn’t think much of it. “Actually, 1450, but yeah. Not shitting you. I’m old,” he chuckled softly, pushing aside the vegetable h finished chopping to start chopping the next. 

✋: Is your muse left or right handed? Iseul is in fact ambidextrous! He was originally left handed, but due to being royalty, kind of just was taught to be right handed as well. However, he does tend to use his left hand more often.  🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?