#kian.

@grimoircs / kian & yeona

the ache in his chest never really goes away. 

ever present in his quiet, lonely travels over the hilltops and far, far away from that quaint little village. at least she has her grandma, he thinks, has things to keep her mind busy and away from him. though selfishly, he hopes she does not wander away for far too long. he would not survive it if she forgot him, forgot the whirlwind hours they shared while he keeps his promise to her, bae yeona. never once not thinking about the care in her eyes because it’s all he can do in the hours he spends by himself yet again. 

kian once thought he was meant to be alone, his grandfather nearly telling him as much in so little words. he’d been stern, that old man, intent on keeping him far from all the other nations. and it was only after he painfully learned of his status that he realized why. he was not ready for responsibility that outweighed him, a small little boy then with the warmth of the sun in his eyes. but he’s bigger now, he has seen and learnt new things and experienced pains he never knew existed. 

now, he knows with the heart he left in yeona’s hands that he is not destined to be alone. now, he knows his purpose. he does not know how he intends to bring harmony upon an already fractured hyrule, but he will fight until he finds a way. and right now, that way is to lurelin village, where he’d heard through passed on whispers that the deposed fire prince and his rebellion has taken shelter. 

kian’s not sure how many days it’s been, now, since he’s been searching. all he knows is he’s finished every last piece of bread yeona had given him, and he is so very grateful for the wild horse he befriended and tamed with the help of a few apples and a soft voice. 

he knows, also, when he wakes up to a reddened fall morning sky, what panic feels like once more. he’d heard of the blood moon from his grandfather in the past, the boney monsters it rose from beneath the dirt, the way they could take down small villages in minutes. and so he rides. with a quickened heart and a hurried mind, he turns epona around without a second’s hesitation and does not let her stop. because he is not meant to be alone, anymore, and he can’t do that if yeona is not there, safe and sound to return to.

when the sun sets and the ominous moon comes out, it paints the earth red and his head starts to ache, dully but there. he pays it no mind, racing on, and on, and on. 

until he see’s her. right next to one of those monsters he’s only seen in his nightmares. 

“yeona!” he yells clear across the field, skidding epona to a stop and jumping off quick. the world spins at his feet and he nearly stumbles, but he grits his teeth. runs towards her through the ache and shoots his hands out in a failed attempt to launch a large boulder at the monster getting ready to swing. he tries again, and fails again. mutters a curse to himself before reaching back for the handle of the sword, puling it out quick. it feels unusually heavy in his hands and he can barely steady himself before he sees the bones fall to the ground. 

Oliver: Sorry it's so late I've literally just got into my room.

Talk about a person who has changed your life in a way you will never forget.

She’s eight years old, and lying in a bed that isn’t hers. The mattress is harder and the blanket scratches her. The window is open and the room is cold, but she likes the way the wind whistles and moves the leaves so she doesn’t close it. It comforts her, on these nights when she has to try to force herself to adjust to the new home she’s not sure will last. She hopes it does, because the others at group counselling say the older you get the harder it is to stay in one place. She’s starting to worry about her age, despite the youthful roundness to her cheeks. She has school in the morning and already has dread sitting in her stomach, knowing she will sit with her lunch alone. She is eight years old, and she has no one but the world around her.

She’s ten years old, and that’s all about to change and still stay the same. A woman has come for her. A woman with kind eyes, a twang to her voice and the promise that she will have a bed that’s hers. The flight to the United States is long, too long for someone so young, but she sits still just in case the woman changes her mind. The woman tells her stories of magic and a family she’s had before and she’s at the age where she hoped next year she would receive a letter to Hogwarts so this seems just as good, if not better. She believes it with her whole heart. The house is still quiet but will get louder soon, the woman hopes. There are two people waiting for them. They need to get home soon, the woman worries about leaving a boy alone for too long. 

She’s twelve and it’s the night before her birthday. She creeps down the stairs and sticks her head through the doorway. He is trying to bake a cake and there is flour everywhere. He looks so frustrated that she worries for a moment he might start to smoulder. She realises the cake is for her and the boy that once seemed annoyed by her presence is trying to treat her. She smiles to herself and the next day pretends to be surprised when he looks proud. She closes her eyes and wishes that they stay best friends forever. 

She’s sixteen and they still chase each other. They have started to properly control their powers, although they pretend they can’t so they can slink out of trouble’s way. She’s good and never wants to stress the woman but he is a force to be reckoned with and if she loves the woman, she worships him. So every one of his plans is met with a yes, no hesitation and a bright smile matches the wink in his eye. The house is louder now and rooms start filling. She loves everybody but she loves him the most.

he’d dozed off a few times now while waiting up for kian and was starting to think, in the brief moments of consciousness, that maybe he wouldn’t be back to their dorm at all tonight. it wasn’t surprising, but it was frustrating. seojun didn’t plan his life around kian or anything - he wasn’t that invested, but he liked knowing that he was here and safe. especially with everything that’d been going on lately. was it really that much to ask of kian for him to send him a brief text on the nights he wouldn’t be back anyway? seojun certainly didn’t think so, but maybe kian would disagree. the worst part was that he didn’t have the right to feel so protective over him and, yet, here he was. as protective as ever. 

For all of Eve’s willing the time to go faster, once it came to settling herself, sleep evaded her. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep. And it seemed like she didn’t know how to fall asleep. Was it just a case of closing her eyes and letting it happen? Because that wasn’t working at all. Finally, she gave up, kicking her duvet out of the way and letting her head fall into her hands as she sat on the bed.

Feiyan is okay. Feiyan is fine. Feiyan can take care of herself.

And then a little voice: then why isn’t she calling you back?

Evelyn rose from her bed, not bothering with her dressing gown and just peaking out the hallway to see if anyone was lingering. When they weren’t, she followed along, as softly as she could, to Kian’s room. It didn’t matter what time of the night it was. There was an open door policy between the two of them. 

when these nights get long, and you know they get long, i'll sing you songs till you fall asleep.