#dalruihan

☆┋event: royal wedding, open

the question, in all honesty doesn’t catch hyojin off guard anymore. its something he himself had been thinking a lot in the past few weeks. sure, his naive mind and delicate heart believed that there was someone for everyone. however, the thought that they weren’t always together or that they couldn’t be together was always at the back of his head.

A ROYAL WEDDING SENTENCE PROMPTS:  @dalruihanStatus: accepting!

a royal wedding ; accepting.

the words cause her chest to swell with warmth, only because she knows that ruihan is genuine with her words. they are not spoken as a formality, but as a genuine statement. and it causes seora to smile, a soft smile that was reserved for those she cherished.

“thank you,” her words hold more meaning than ruihan could even grasp. seora had lost her enjoyment for weddings long ago, finding the union between two people to be one that was ruined. all the romantic fantasies she once had reduced to nothing but ash, blown away by the bitterness that resided in her once joyful heart. 

however, ruihan always seemed to remind seora that there was still hope, perhaps not for her, but for others. “as do you my dearest.” in fact, seora couldn’t remember a single time where ruihan didn’t look stunning. as if it was physically impossible for the girl to look anything but beautiful.

@dalruihan

despite the volume of traffic here in the marketplace, it was sometimes a good change in scenery from his usual study or the walls of his house residence. hui found a nice spot at the resident eatery of the inn, slipping onto the bench with his back facing the wall, and placed his usual orders - a basket of pork buns, and a pot of tea. 

as a child, he had roamed these streets. perhaps, not really as the son of a scholar in his choice of clothing ( his endeavors are not short of sneaking out, rather than family outings. after all, his duty was to books, not to little errands like that of the household servants. ), though he had certainly grew out of that very phase. the people roaming the streets may have changed, but the winds coursing in the air, and the delicious smell of buns in this very eatery had not.

hui looked up from his book for a moment when the food arrive to thank with a nod and widening grin, before he cast yet another look outside the window. there’s kids, running through the pathway, and the shouts of vendors calling for potential customers. he stretched his neck to take a peek, the smaller poems book hidden within his large essay-book now coming into view as they rest flat on the table, his curiosity of the world outside had him forgetting the things on hand.

dalruihan ; 

“but if i dare say,” she chances a pause, eyes rising to meet the gentle gaze of another’s. “you would never be truly lonely, for the flowers are here too to hear our thoughts.” a smile parts once more, “and if we’re not too careful, they may run away with them.”

“even if that may be- you certainly are deserving are such words and thoughts.” seora regards the female with such care, as if she were dealing with a newborn. her slender fingers wrap around the younger female’s gently, encasing them in hopes of keep her warm in the harsh winter air. and keeping her safe. 

a soft song of laughter fills the air between the two of them, the images of the flowers running away appearing vividly in her mind. it’s almost as if she can see it, her gazes turning to the foliage that rests before them. the frigid air as no effects on the royal garden, the bloomed flowers swaying softly in the cold breeze. it’s as if they’re dancing, a reminder that they are in fact always there. and always listening. 

her attention is back on her companion, gazing at her with warmth and joy. “then perhaps we should listen to what the flowers have to say. give them a friend and they shall stay.”  

the sound of cheering from the main hall travels into the garden, reminding seora of the main reason she had left the festivities in the first place. “i was being truthful, the celebration is not the same without you.” the words spoken are soft, laced with sincerity. perhaps it was the fact that ruihan had so easily grasped seora’s heart, filling the older female with wonder as she watched the female blossom into a beautiful young lady. 

the few months of their friendship felt like years to seora, as if she had watched the girl grow from birth. she was an enchanting and charming young lady, sometimes filled with such wonder and curiosity, it left seora speechless.

queen munjeong birthday prompts - @dalruihan

As always, Hyunsoo drank as little as possible even though he could drink well but he believed that it was wiser to be as sober as possible especially in a gathering where everyone that mattered was in attendance.  Quite used to parties like this one, he held a half-full drink on his hand and listened as a minister talked to him about what he thought when it came to the way the country was headed.  His father was nowhere to be found and so Hyunsoo was left to hear the man’s opinions instead of his father.  Any other day, he would be more than willing to listen but the man had his share of drinks and Hyunsoo didn’t want to be around when he began loudly stating who he thought was doing a horrible job.

“I apologize but I see you need another drink, let me fetch you a new one.” He offered the older man with a charming smile and before the man could respond, Hyunsoo was making his escape with no intentions of finding that drink.  On his way away from the man though, his eyes noticed a familiar face and he headed towards the young woman that seemed a little bit lost.  Of course, before he could say anything she spoke and with a warm smile, he nodded.  “Lady Xie, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” He greeted her and while it had been a while since they have seen each other, he was surprised that she was talking to him.  Then again, he always went to see her father so there was no reason for her to talk to him.

*queen munjeong’s birthday party sentences ! ft. @dalruihan

“ i don’t believe so. ” so he’d say, with a hum off pretty lips as they wrapped around a treat or two, taking his seat nearby a foreign deputy’s daughter hes found far more friendly and entertaining than people he’s been working with for countless lunar cycles —glancing at her from behind the mesh shadow of his hat and then glancing back at the wavering figures not being any different from the trembling lights of a candle ready to fall into the wet wax.

some of them were just meant to stumble down ruinously so.

( and he was ready to stand tall and watch. )