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Lucas Westerly was, in his right mind, a pretty damn attractive individual. With his looks alone, he had admirers , but factor in his air-bending skills and speed, well, he was pretty much the best (or so he thought). But of course, as unlucky as he is, he got stuck in the same army as the fucking mr.perfect himself. Same rank. Just,...the other was so much taller. Well, not much, because even with his crown, Lucas stood at a decent 181 cms. This guy, though, was the ultimate perfection. 187 cms tall. Powerful. Attractive. Lucas hated it. Hated him to be precise.

Lucas had many complexes. Outside, when he was helping the nation or at the army, he showed a strong, unmoving and uncaring ice prince. But on the inside, he was scared and easily intimidated.Often, as soon as he went to bed, he couldn’t sleep for the whole night. He often thought about his family, his responsibilities and often ended up in tears,  but no one knew. He also often thought about his friends, but his only friend died. Peyton had been exiled and Lucas thought that he probably died in the Badlands. Not everyone could survive.

Of course, that was another reason why he hated Ace. Ace reminded him of Peyton too much. He must have a brother. Lucas couldn’t have done anything when Peyton was exiled. He was just a kid. What could a kid do? Drop to his knees and beg? Begging was a weakness. Lucas refused to show weakness.

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it almost seems like she’s floating. the cape she wears waves behind her while she swiftly makes her way out of the castle. as the lady shoots a last glance towards her home, a mischievous smile graces her lips. even though most of the times she doesn’t allow herself to be conceited, ahreum doubts someone knows the castle as she does. she knows every corner and every secret that make her escapades easier. ahreum knows the places where the guards patrolled and which places they neglected. she had a long time to study the castle before she started disappearing through the window, silent as the wind itself. ahreum is grateful that the word of her adventures didn’t come to her parents’ ears yet, or she fears she would have a greater number of guards she would have to leave behind. 

she jumps and many could say that the distance between her window and the ground was too big, however, she lands gracefully on the soft grass. good thing ahreum has a decent control of the gifts the aquarius vessel bestowed on her. it was another thing that makes it easier for her to sneak out the castle without eyes following her through her ways. sometimes, when she thought about how she could simply slip away from their grasp to not be missed, her heart would clench uncomfortably inside her chest. however, she was to be silly, right? ahreum knew that the feelings that united her to her parents and her siblings was everything but superficial. shaking her head, she makes her way to the market, mud grabbing her shoes and the hem of her dress.

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Taeil had quite the knack for picking fights with the wrong kind of guys. He didn’t know why it became such a hobby of his. After all, Taeil greatly lacked the strength and stamina to properly defend himself one on one. Had he gotten tangled up with a man of brute strength, he would certainly find himself mangled and beaten. And yet even then, Taeil so often found himself giving into his confrontational nature; he was always only barely managing to evade capture. Perhaps that was just the risk taker in him. Living in the streets taught him to be bold, to be big, and to take no shit but to start a lot of it. Something about the way the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood when he created a commotion was enamoring to him. Taeil loved brushes with danger.

And thanks to his cunning nature and dashing speed, Taeil almost always remained unscathed. His brushes with danger were never anything more nor nothing less.

However his weaknesses rarely posed as a problem, the boy often dismissed their existence all together. It was as though he was always asking for the ass kicking of a life time--it was as though he was begging for any sort of attention: positive, negative, what have you. Though he was certainly not the kind to enjoy pain, Taeil's self destructive tendencies were noteworthy and obvious to almost all but himself.

Though the day had gone by quickly, when nightfall fell the air grew crisp and the mood dulled--time passed by so slowly he thought he’d be driven mad. Taeil, put off by the peaceful state of his evening and slightly itchy in his commoner’s costume, was in the business for trouble and in the business for new loot. His eyes fell upon a man who appeared to be quite older. Though Taeil found the man to be ever attractive and even more intimidating with his strong build and almost rigid aura, the words: perfect target flickered around in his head until Taeil gave into that temptation.