#dalxiseul

 wedding prompts // starter

“i’m not sure i understand what you mean.” the smile is plastered on his face. he tacked it on there at the start of the night and it’s beginning to hurt, and his attentions are more fleeting by the moment. indulging young men like iseul, though part of the act, is starting to get tedious, and even more so when iseul points out the flaws on a bright smile sustained by a steady amount of alcohol. 

wedding prompts ! : you like me a little, admit it.

closed ⌇ haedal wedding prompt:❝ I feel like a child in clothes far too big for me. ❞

he heard the young lord to his right make a comment and yul couldn’t help but smile at it, to their parents they were all still young, children if anything-- allthough their ages said adults their parents would mostlikely see them as children until the day that they pass away. that was how it would normally be-- to his own father he was nothing but property, yul was an adult the moment he turned twenty.

“aren’t we all in clothes that are too big?” yul glanced over at the young lord, bowed his head giving the male a quick greeting.

meme: royal wedding prompt.status: closed.

his comment is no news. after all, everyone represents it. they were solemn faces scattered all over the place. their spines straight enough to carry the lie about the wedding. how it’s an event that brought two people together for the sake of love. after all, in the world where luxury bears normality, lying wasn’t exactly a bad thing. yet, sometimes even a lie can’t triumph when dejection strikes down their straight spines.

the princess represents one of the few who keep feigning the innocence about not knowing. the child who followed orders with blind eyes even when her voice didn’t dim in the slightest. hence, his statement makes her chuckle slightly. she nods in agreement with the older male.

“did you expect any less, lord nam?” she questions, her tone laced with courtesy she never mastered. before her inquiry is taken too seriously, saeron adds an laughter that drifts longer than she intended. 

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the sweet liquid that had filled his mouth had just as quickly almost been spit out upon hearing the quite peculiar question. iseul turned to stare at the vaguely familiar face of a girl that had to be somewhere around his age. heat filled his cheeks, his face and ears, turning it a bashful pink as the young lord grasped for words with parted lips.

❝ i hope you don’t find me rude, my lady, but why would i be doing that? ❞ she wasn’t his sister and she wasn’t someone he was close to; while such acts of affection were usually no problem at all, they felt quite inappropriate between two almost strangers. ❝ are you perhaps lost? scared? should i accompany you somewhere? ❞

his cheeks turned a color almost as pretty as the one on her lips. she couldn’t help but gasp at his reply, but still managing to keep her expressions sweet after receiving the news people needed a reason to hold her hand. ahreum was sure there were people who would die for it - or even just a single touch - but the problem was finding those. or at least one who wanted her and was also in a powerful enough position to satisfy her.

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woon is friendly to the extent that it favours him; anything beyond that requires a great deal of attachment from the easily-attached prince in order for any sort of friendship to endure for too long. it’ll explain the slew of nobles and the like he’s grown up with, and detached from in the past few years. it might just be because they’ve all grown up on their own, but if that’s so, then he must have retained a substantial degree of care, which he was not aware of himself.

nevertheless, he entered the estate with an entourage -- no longer sneaking out for friendly business sanctioned by his mother -- and need not announce himself as he entered minister nam’s property. 

“i’m here for your son, my lord” he announced without much ado, getting off his horse as gracefully as a prince could. his words were laced with pleasantry and friendliness, and a smile just as wide. “i’m in need of a companion,” he began, as he was led forward, with an air of sincerity and seriousness he purposefully ignored, “and i can hardly walk around the capital with an entourage, you see. i hope he doesn’t quite mind.”

“of course not,” answered the elder man, all smiles and homeliness, though woon did not trust that so freely. the door to the study was opened for him by servants, and a hand motioned inside, “he’ll be in there.”

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one look at his attire is enough for ziyi to become livid. a plebeian telling her what to do? much less, surmise what is wise and what’s not? how dare he even glance her way. her countenance is trained to remain blank so she attempts to quell the ire that surges to her neck with a strained twitch of her lips.