#dhmiyoung

→ THE HOMELANDS

you were taken away from your parents upon birth, leaving you alone in the dust before a raggedy couple had taken you in before you disappeared with the intention of wanting to raise a daughter. they leave you alone when you were old enough to take care of yourself, believing that you were ultimately never wanted, left in the dust on your own but you adapt by yourself before you were taking in by a rather lowly pair and not even them could be compared to the rest. you have been deemed too much to handle by demanding every little thing, every little attention that they cannot give you.

your appearance was always in question, dark shades of color matches the color of your heart as it began to swallow you up whole before you’re mature enough in regards of age. they give you the strangest of looks, like they were almost afraid of you but you do nothing.

you were with him… when you were sixteen before things started to change. you’re gravely disappointed when he deceives you, defiles you before he was dangerously corrupted with eyes that began to scare you. just when you thought you had found someone who actually wanted you, it had been too good to be true and you realize that true love was nonexistent, something that had to be destroyed and might as well be a complete myth. always the forgotten child, the child whose not as great as the other children beyond the kingdom. everyone paraded around like fools in the midst of a newborn baby of the king and queen and you’re just as intrigued, secretly expressing a good amount of eagerness for what was to come with the birth of their new baby girl. the one and only.

running in and out of your little enchanted dominion, rampant, you complain to your little pet raven resting on your shoulder, unable to join the midst of the celebration and extravagant parties. back then, she expressed her excitement and eagerness and no matter how much you thought those celebrations were a waste of time. so they say that no one would invite a plain woman, the lowest of the low. then they eventually call you the wicked woman with a black heart who shielded herself away and that was what you became. your eyes would grow dark while the skies turn into a mixture of midnight blue and gray to declare that the kingdom was in the midst of a unique type of chaos once the little Princess was born.

beyond the dark forest where you ultimately hide out in out of embarrassment and resentment, large ravens haunt the skies as they flew and you knew that they were your only friends, your companion to accompany you and your devilish deeds against her. little miss princess, little miss perfect. she needed to be taught a lesson, you thought while your anger was first driven by jealousy and humiliation, loneliness. she had men lined up to woo the princess herself, although these weren’t your average gentlemen who was willing to take you away on a white horse like perfect prince.

you leave her to suffer more than you, more specifically towards revenge of the king and queen themselves for never inviting you. when you’ve been found out by a couple of rats, which you ultimately called them, you’re chased down by a group of soldiers with no intention of running. instead you fight your way out, attempting to slaughter every last one of them, but not exactly with your malevolent touch. then soon then after, she’s separated from her own dominion by a strange source, leaving you with a slight change of plans.

→ DONGHWA

nothing’s just better than the present, it seems. off in the mundane word, her appearance had changed drastically, making it hard to see what harms she had done in the past, the amount of enemies that she had managed to make in her life time; thousands. her black heart still existed, she belonged to the wicked and the evil, although still preferring to use manipulation in order to have any of her plans succeed. it’s difficult to tell that this woman was capable of bloodshed and murder, she keeps it under wraps unless someone had the courage to ask, that is. her manipulative behavior effects anyone and everyone who she finds useful in order to do her dirty deeds for her. mostly nowadays, it was for her own enjoyment. she does not take ridicule quite well, but managing to mask her annoyance and anger with a smile so skillfully, it’s almost haunting. her heart was filled with empty feelings, nothing really comes out well when speaking to her and all they will hear is her voice, her laughter and enjoyment when seeing someone so troubled.

→ GLAMOUR