#rgshin

here he was: a friend, but no longer one he remembered, as odd and mismatched and fragmented his memory had become. this was a face he thought he would see, a scent he faintly remembered (though, as all things were, had been polluted by time) though not while he was in this position, behind a counter and his palms around his hourly cup of tea, trembling slightly as he swallowed thickly, and quickly pulled up his mask; thankfully, he had only looked over his shoulder, and half-turned so that the unmarred side of his face was shown.

“a-ah. i apologise. i thought it was someone i knew.” the lie was easy, practiced. there were suryans who had come and gone and some of them he knew, or had heard of. the group of people who belonged to the latter almost often had him wishing for something to calm him down. at least now, he had it, though he couldn’t drink it for as long as the mask obstructed him from doing so. 

carried on from here 

His eyes widen slightly to the name, but he swallows it down and turns his back on the other. Not to be rude, but so he couldn't see his face. He was too embarrassed. 

There was a long pause of silence. But that couldn't be helped, he and Sooyeon had been bethrothed at a young age after all but it was called off from the war his father had selfishly inflicted. 

Noticing that the other was leaving, his fists clenched. How dare he waltz in and announce that and then just leave? No he couldn't allow it.

seers and midwives have told her idle stories of this: children and pregnant women and sensitivity. bits and pieces of tall tales and short spiels about the supernatural. and she has been wise to take it all with a grain of salt—although no care is spared for the child in her belly; the future king, perhaps, a few months from being born.

“what’s wrong? it looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

she blinks the light from her view—a bend of sun that looked strangely like a little green elf running across the palace garden to pass the afternoon picnic—and smiles graciously to apologize for the curiosity she’s caused; indulging him on a little stroll along,

… “d’you believe in ghosts, general? the supernatural and all?”

“Yet happiness can come to any Kingdom no matter how sad.” Shin replied, patting the princess on her head. “Just like how you’d be able to grant the crown prince more joy, if you acted with him, how you act around me.”

♕~ “That’s because you treat me and my big sister differently, general.” 

Looking up from the book in her hold, Hikari was not surprised to find that her assigned guards vacated the library at the Major General’s arrival. The task of ensuring the princess’s safety was usually a task assigned to at least four royal guards, the general could complete the said task all on his own and it didn’t hurt that he was someone whom the princess grew up with, someone she was very close to. They skipped the pleasantries often but it was not something Hikari minded as she informally gestured to the vacant seat in front of her. “You know she hates being treated like a frail little flower. She’s a fighter, a rose with a lot of thorns if we were keeping up with the same metaphors.” 

His eyes avert up to the man who is towering above him. Its ironic really, for someone so tall, and a prince to be looking up at someone else rather then down. His eyes glare that the other, and his lips tug into a pout and a frown all at the same time. God how he hates it when he does that, proves that he’s the better bender. In defence he quickly gets up off the floor and brushes the dirt of his expensive clothes.