#q;ans

sentence starters // currently? accepting ! @dalyonghan ​– ( feel free to use as starter, threading is welcome ! )

over the years, inha has perfected the art of turning his devious, up-to-no-good smile into a slightly more societally presentable (and coy) smirk. he smiles like he knows something that others don’t-- and if it rubs some people the wrong way? truthfully-- that’s all the better. inha loves to make people irate-- and he is good at it.

but then there are situations like this, when even inha himself is taken off guard. but that smile is almost a reflex by now, and it stretches across his face even as surprise flickers across his features. he turns to face the nobleman fully, cat like eyes narrowed ever so slightly-- corners of his lips upturned into a deceivingly gentle smile.

and he, too, of course notices how close they are standing, slightly away from the rest of the festivities ( not enough to cause any notice, of course. inha is not that daft-- sometimes. ) and inha lets his hand just gently brush against the sleeve of the other man’s robes, voice casual as his eyes glance around the room-- not looking at his companion.

sentence starters // currently? accepting ! @dalminjun ​– ( feel free to use as starter, threading is welcome ! )

in his extravagant robes and perfectly styled hair and fancy accessories, in the midst of the party, stands a boy-- his expression is bored, mouth turned down with a lazy contempt.

he never did like attending things like this-- not that he held any ill intent whatsoever. it was just so terribly boring.

he stands stock still among the festivies, although he does have to admit that they did a fantastic job of livening the atmosphere. after all-- it wasn’t their fault that he was so hard to please. but all in all, he blends in among everyone else ( mostly, because he’s been warned more than once before this evening approached, to behave... it’s not a word often used in his vocabulary. but he’d promised to try. )

and inha almost startles at the voice that speaks up near his shoulder, head turning with an ungraceful jerk, unbefitting of the title he wore. ( but did he care, particularly? no. the answer is no. ) his eyebrow arches and there’s a glint of mischief in those eyes that seem twice as sparkling as before, the previously flat and dull irises lit up. the corners of his lips tug up at the corners as he regards the other man, his tone cordial but laced with a boyish playfulness.