#rgaki

rgaki

cain has never liked his older brother. aki, to him, is weak, and does not deserve all the love and praise he gets just for being a prince and doing whatever bullshit comes with that. no, cain knows that he deserves that instead. everyone else’s affections are misplaced, blinded, and what cain will do is show that he is infinitely stronger and so much more deserving of the title of ‘future king’. granted, his rule probably won’t be as liberal. enemies and threats will be eliminated at the quickest instance. but that can be dealt with when he’s sitting on the throne.

[rgaki​] 

Taeil walked with a hop in his step and spoke with charming humor in his tone. His eyes gleamed with that trickster glow as he hustled and bustled about the brisk morning when it opened into an afternoon far too peaceful for his tastes. He thought audaciously with the sinister voice in the back of his head: so many misdeeds to be done and yet no one is doing them... Then an imaginary light went off as it so often did; And what is a hell raiser to do when bored?

Raise some hell, of course.

Taeil hadn’t been so leisurely on the streets of his home, sweet home, Elv, in quite some time. And though not venturing far from where he was currently residing (read: crashing), he wore a costume that day. A mask of his true identity; when asked who he was, Taeil would say “Jwi” and fool even himself with that lie. After all, a true master of disguise tricks everyone.

When the opportunity struck, he picked the first unlucky merchant he saw; a man with a crowd about his station. Taeil all too casually and grandiosely picked pockets from the group gathered round before he laid his eyes on what he really wanted: that gorgeous, gorgeous ring the merchant had been so boisterously taking bids on just moments prior.

With everyone in heated debate and wound tightly in their own commotion, Taeil flicked air and knocked the merchant off guard. Nows my chance, he thought as he grabbed the gold, bejeweled band and fit it on his finger when the victim was down.

And then began his favorite part of the thieving process: his grand escape. Taeil fled, sprinting far from his home and aimlessly; he’d outrun countless victims and would outrun countless more, leading them no where in particular until he was safe to return home; unscathed and enamored with new riches yet ridden with new feelings of guilt and self pity that he’d sweep under the rug yet again.

[ rgaki ]

She can feel a slight aching feeling on her backside, the ride from Duur to Elv a tricky one from all the rickety movement. Riding over rocky terrain can do horrors to anyone’s body, even a native to the familiar land. But the princess knew she could handle it, after all, the grass was always greener on the other side, and what was waiting for her was worth the time spent being tossed around slightly in her carriage. She made the best of her time, dozing off best as she could. Although, sleeping for days on end wasn't ideal, what else could she do during their days of traveling?

When she came to towards the end of the journey, it was because of a gentle shaking of her shoulder, courtesy of one of her guards. It took only a second to realize where they were, why they had stopped, and Sojin could feel a bright smile play on her lips as she fixed herself quickly before stepping out onto the ground. The sight before her was brilliant, the water clear and the air crisp. It was a different environment from Duur, but she found herself loving i just the same. It was a positive change.

      (*) As the sailors prepared the ship for docking, the main deck was a flurry of commotion but the princess retreated to the bow and eyed the approaching kingdom. A squad of guards awaited her arrival and she assumed that they were tasked to personally escort her inside the palace gates. She could not blame them; the current state of war had rendered everyone wary of Suryans, but she had come not to conquer but to negotiate. 

The entire situation had put Hikari off; has her father succumbed that far into his sickness that he was now warming up to the idea of diplomacy? The fact that he had chosen her, out of all his other fireborn children, confused her even more. Again, the only reason she could come up with was his sickness otherwise how could someone who had been practically ignoring her all her life give her so much responsibility all of a sudden? 

She’s pulled out of her thoughts when a sailor arrived at her side to escort her down the plank leading to the docks. Eyes were on her as she took the last few steps on the blank and it was as if everyone held their breath when she finally stepped onto Elvian soil. The tension was palpable as a bigger audience gathered to watch her but she paid no mind to this. Instead, her thoughts drift to vague memory of a much warmer welcome when she had visited the country of Elv last. 

The face that greeted her once the guards parted enough for her to see his face was once that tugged further at her childhood memories. His stature could only be that of a royal’s and this was proved right when the guards had bowed before him. He offered her a smile and reached out a hand to her, an unexpected gesture especially since she was of his enemy’s kin.