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‘ i was nervous that i wouldn’t be able to choose which photo i liked the best, but i ended up really liking this one. what do you think ? ‘

TAGGED BY: @yoobn

TAGGING: @bicrhythm @jevnghan @pijichu + anyone else who wants to !

Your godly parent is Apollo, sun charioteer, god of music, arts, poetry, archery, prophecy, truth, medicine, plagues and order.

Wow. That sounded like a dinner menu didn’t it? Apollo is considered to be the most powerful god on the Olympian council after the Big Three and Hera and Demeter, mainly due to all his spheres of influence. As a child of Apollo, you may exhibit one or more talents associated with the sun god. Children of Apollo are extremely talented and many know it, which can vary from charismatic confidence to narcissistic arrogance. You are open-minded, easygoing, empathetic yet logical. You have a skill in music, art, drama or language and being the child of the god of prophecies, you are sometimes very intuitive about the future. Yet, you focus more on the journey rather than the destination. You’re kind, helpful and show extreme protection towards 1-2 people in your life you can’t live without. When you’re angered, you tend to make reckless but powerful decisions, and can make a complete U-turn in personality. You have no patience for betrayal or bullying, and can become very righteous in exacting revenge, resulting in devastation that was more than you planned for in hindsight. Despite your playful and shallow exterior, you probably spend a lot of time being very observant and perceptive about the world around you, and you show that in your daily activities.

Her eyes shifted from the ground to the elder male’s appearance. Chorong’s thoughts were jumbled into knots as she still couldn’t forget what had happened, and to her dismay, she felt a bit embarrassed. ”I know you didn’t do it…but you were there.” 

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ɪt had become almost routine at this point.  Kunpimook was sitting on one of the protecting walls surrounding the small town; his body clothed in something akin to a dress, given to him by the king as clothing for the day, and he was almost shivering from the slight breeze that swept past him.

ℋe was like a pet, a toy for the castle’s king, but he couldn’t complain too much at the prospect.  He was cared for, fed and clothed day in and out.

Ⴀhough he was given almost too much time to himself, time to explore the town when he wasn’t distracted by the animals that the king kept in the stables.  He enjoyed watching them, but he was always much too scared to approach them; he supposed it came with the leporidae blood coursing through his veins.

ℋis feet carried him from the wall, and before he even had realized where he was, Kunpimook found himself immersed in people, the center of the town, and he was worming his way through whatever spaces he could squeeze into until he found himself face to chest with someone—presumably male from the hardness.  His head tipped back, semi-transparent eyes finding someone who seemed to be carrying a bag, and he let himself smile.

❝ɪ'm sorry, Sir, I couldn't see where I was walking❞

Most of the young knights under the king's control didn't make through the first phases of their intensive training, being sent to war instead of working as the ruler's royal guard. Shiyoon had both skill and luck in his favor, considering his fellow knights were all much older and experienced than him. They all grew beards and strong, firm muscles, while he was just an average male with a hairless face. 

Not only that, but his heart was still pure and filled with justice, believing in his king's wisdom, unaware of the true nature of their conspirators. In the eyes of the ones that lived long enough to tell the story, he was nothing but an innocent, naive young adult. To others, as for example the lady peasant from the local market to whom he had shown kindness countless times, he was something close to an actual savior.

None of these thoughts crossed his mind, though. He was courageous, confident in himself and his ways, always wandering around the village with his chin up high. Maybe a bit too high that day, since he was on his way back from a task his king had requested personally(and that itself was an honor), not actually noticing the stranger in front of him until the latter bumped into his light chest armor.

      Primavera Apartments. The six story complex was located in the North-East section of Prava, otherwise known as 'Clock District.' There was generally little reason for Mikoto to head to this part of the city, but today...He'd decided to make an exception. Rather, he'd been forced to allow one, temporarily. 

     Mikoto needed a place to stay, at least for the time being. It was a complicated matter, but he couldn't be bothered to concern himself with the specifics at present. On any other occasion he would've contented himself with a spot in the great outdoors; camping had never bothered him much, and he rather liked lazing about and watching the stars fade in and out of existence. However, though spring had fallen across the land, night remained somewhat chilly, even for the redhead, who generally seemed to radiate an unnatural heat. This was, as one might say, his 'last resort.' 

     Vaguely wondering if he'd even remembered the correct apartment number, Mikoto traversed the hallways and floors with ease, finding himself at his destination rather quickly. Once there, he considered knocking but thought better of it due to the lateness of the hour, and simply decided to let himself in...Which was irritatingly easy. Tch. Doesn't he know how to lock the door...? Only someone like Totsuka Tatara would be so absentminded as to leave the door unlocked. For now, it was fine because he was there, but he'd have to say something about it later. 

     Uncaring of the unfamiliar surroundings, the redhead made his way to the couch conveniently located in the the room immediately off the entrance and proceeded to make himself at home. Not even bothering to remove his shoes, Mikoto stretched across the couch, noting absently that his legs hung off the arm a good bit and pulled them up, assuming his usual position. It was more comfortable this way. He slipped into a deep sleep with ease, employing his startling ability to fall asleep most anywhere at the drop of a hat. There were no dreams, and his slumber was surprisingly easy considering the turbulent nightmares that had caused him to become increasingly restless throughout the night, waking him sporadically. 

     He wouldn't wake until some hours later, when the owner of the apartment would discover him conked out on the couch.