#hdxviolet

"don’t go."

it was faint. barely heard. but siren’s sad tone rang so loud in his ears. stopped a noble man ready to leave. ready to let the kingdom they built crumble down to her feet. after long night of quarrel, of toxic words that made his rage reach it’s peak—- he hurt her. she hurt him. he broke her. she broke him. it was doomed from the start, baleful affair of the hero & the queen.

 ▸    ▸    ▸  it felt so right yet it felt so wrong. it felt so different but they were bound to fall.

he said he was done, turning on his heels & sailor was ready to board his ship and sail further away from the baneful queen. far, where there was no sign of sirens singing his name, for he was tired, and so was she—- but how can he leave, when droplets of water echoed from the sink, where siren sat on bathroom’s grounds and the cold floor touching her feet, how swollen were her eyes but she’s the most beautiful he had ever seen.

"i wont."

that’s when he made a troth to never leave. softened expression came across features— retracting his steps, for it’s always him. back with her in his arms, on a cold floor, but warm was her heat, and her breath brushed his skin, slow & weary—- in sync with his. where masculine and well built arms circled her frame, were they strong enough to carry both of them & their deadly mess? he’ll attempt and hold on nonetheless.

there they are once again beneath the sheets, her back pressed against his chest, and silent were his pleas, in each kiss he’ll plant on her bare shoulder with his lips. if he could, they’ll forever remain like this, if he could, he’ll hold her closer to make sure she’ll become only his, but one of them would always leave.

the collision of outlaw & justice, sure to arise hell’s madness.fire would burn him, thoughts would wrap him over sentiments that she would one day leave him. for the two words she uttered, so unlikely fragile but even so, just as adamant, it took two words for him to become forever loyal to his queen. 

red: 5 facts about my muse’s bestfriend(s).

oo1. Since they first encounter, when Ara was still a little girl, Violet has always been her role model. She grew to be overly attached to the older woman after her mother passed away and the younger silently thank her roommate everyday for convincing her to move to Korea as she blindly trusts her life in the other’s hands.

oo2. She pretends not to enjoy it and mockingly tease the older about his constant attention he showers her with almost to the point to spoil her, but Jaejoong grew closer to her heart as the brother she wish to be blessed with, they might not share the same bloodline, but Ara loves him as one.

oo3. Hannah was her first friend in hongdae, she is the one to show her the greatest joys of the most incredible area of Seoul and to introduce her to a deeper knowledge of the culture and the language as for that, Ara will be forever grateful. 

oo4. They share the same likeness for books, words and coffee, he is the one to turn a rainy afternoon in his shop an enjoyable place for a game of scrabble or any other board game he wishes to introduce to her. Taeil is the first one she calls whenever issues or troubles occurs and overwhelm her already heavy heart.

☰ black: 1 fact about the person my muse likes.

thatwas then and this is now,

◇ never did he think to fall in the hands of an outlaw queen. 
its true, her velvet tones were like melodies to his sensitive ears, its true, her body was a grace to catch his eyes & tease, its true, she striked attraction at first glance, but it wasn't all, there was something about her that kept him craving for more, there was something about her that made him want to explore, when little voices warned to stay away from a dangerous siren, he only kept falling & falling for the whim of her games, drawn to her beautiful elegance. she's something he never knew he needed, but the one thing he'd wish to always have, the one thing against all denial he won't come to regret. he'd push and she'll pull, she'd push and he'll pull. what would justice do without his outlaw queen, she'd walk him through her hell and he'll willingly burn, she might leave him in flames and walk away, but he's already marked, & there's no turning back. she'll sail his ship & he'll board her plane, business or pleasure, he'll have it for himself.

dreams of a siren haunting a man in his sleep, graceful and sinuous in her movements, such a figure with slinky manners.-- get her out of your mind; lost. locked. hidden from your sight, but those dreams-- no no, refer them as nightmares, where he was the lost one, chasing silhouettes singing his name, ( chasing cars rolling tint windows at the sight of his approaching steps ) where he was the one locked in the darkness with vixen eyes piercing daggers in his chest ( locked outside a door she slammed in his face ). but a dream wasn't a dream. a dream wasn't a dream. she was really there, a few storeys away. reach out. but then she's gone again.

appear & disappear,  queen playing a game of hide & seek, don't avoid him your highness,  he has his eyes on your figure-- & your image engraved in his head,

today would be another chase, today when morning sun rays illuminate his face, teasing & taunting, whispering; duty's calling, you're being late. one step out of the warmth of a bed, one step into the cold of a shower where water shed, droplets reminding; duty's calling, you're being late. forget breakfast, set tie to a neck, boast of lavender scent, neatly dressed man, now ready for surprises stealthy lying in the hallway of his tall building.

better hurry up officer, duty's calling, you're being late. metal doors are closing, elevator on the verge of escaping-- watch rushed footsteps of a man being late, how he managed to stop it with a hand being set in such thin of a space, now metal doors are opening, and siren revealed herself, note graceful glory, from fancy heels to expensive shades, oh the red on her lips-- danger it yelled, do not step into a small place with the queen again--

but he was already late,             ( duty you said? ) locked within a metal box filled by her scent,             ( say now siren, how would you escape? )

i’ll tell you one thing for sure, i did not plan the siwolet it attacked me out of nowhere and now i’m drowning with feels over them, it definitely takes the spot of my personal number one ship, just as i previously said, there’s so much place for development, they’re so different from each other esp in their choices of partners, while siwon strives to settle down, violet has nothing of that sort in mind, but then their gazes lock and cause electrifying tension, and you can see him bending his morals and letting go of such closed off thoughts, while he’s so stuck on his late girlfriend you’ll see how violet will show him something new, something different, something that he didn’t know he needed but probably later cannot live without it, now take off your cool shades anon, look me in the eyes and tell me they aren’t the hottest, most well developed, perfectly processed ship ever.

and yes i do ship sifany (watch me and haru spazz over them) but most likely not hongdae at least nothing more than friends, okay yes something more i’d say best friends, the big oppa and his cute eyesmiling beloved, they’ll have a cute little relationship, he’s just waiting for her and sen to get married tbh he’s gonna cry because his little sister is getting married.

while the game is still far from coming to an end,

but i can tell you this; what started as an attraction with so much tension, many surprises await for you regarding them, you will watch how slow but surely they develop, (so much in the plans), note that these two are stubborn players now, the outlaw queen and her heroic justice, how they play push and pull with each other, how they would slowly mild one another, how she would open his closed off mind, and he would struggle to handle her wild one, (oh the queen what she does to him, practically driving him crazy with her vixen stunts, capturing even the most noble of men with an undeniable enticing charms)

to simply answer your question you could say that’s where we’re heading, stay tuned because surely the way to get there would be quite an interesting one.

will mister officer grace himself with luxury good like the queen herself?