#ryheeyeon

@ryheeyeon

jaewon likes large crowds, likes when parties are full to the brim, loud and drowning in the music, everyone smiling and dancing and dressed up like birthday presents. he does have a tendency to get quite distracted by everyone, but not in a overtly crazy type of way, not at a formal ball like this. he likes watching them dance, watching them talk, watching the ways they connect with others and address each other, polite but friendly enough he supposes.

he has very little talent for formalities, unfortunately, so when he goes about greeting people, he usually uses their first names, bright smiles beneath shining eyes, every iota of information he has on them always at the ready for use in small talk or more intense conversations. as for the intended wife of his best friend, however, jaewon is miffed about only knowing the bare bones of her background, her family history, her reputation, and her style. all of which, of course, were quite impeccable-- otherwise he can't imagine the pyo king and queen arranging her marriage to chanwoo-- but he hasn't managed to delve into conversation with her just yet, and really get a better sense of who she is as a person. is she someone who will benefit chanwoo? is she someone who will hinder him?

he needs to speak with her, just a little, learn her character, learn her personality. after that, then he can judge whether or not she's worth someone as important to him as chanwoo.

for a moment, his touch lingers, the pads of his his fingers trailing slowly along finely crafted leather before finally the flat of his palm, afflicted with a hesitancy most uncharacteristic, comes to rest against the saddle. a soft, though wistful, noise sounds within his throat, though it’s carried away with a breeze that catches his hair--- heard by no one.

he exhales, blinks away the faraway look in his eyes; the transient vulnerability that had overtaken him.

it’s been a long time, too long, perhaps, since he’s last rode, the large majority of his hobbies having been long-since forgotten, cast aside, following the untimely passing of his brother. he’d been adamant for years that most hadn’t been missed ( he had far more important matters to attend to, after all; he hadn’t the time to bother with trivial pastimes such as horseback riding ). but being here now, donned in comfortable riding attire, out in the fields, the warmth of the sun kissing his cheeks, the wind caressing his hair, he realized--- he’d missed this.

he’d missed the joy of riding, the sense of freedom. he’d missed being outdoors ( he spent so much time locked away within the dreary confines of his chambers, left with no company bar from himself, his thoughts--- he drowned in them ). he’d missed company; pleasant company. company who didn’t look at him, their eyes filled with loathing and disdain. company who he trusted, who didn’t want him dead. even if he would never once admit to such aloud.

‘it certainly is a nice day for this, isn’t it.’ it comes as more of a statement than an inquiry, his gaze never leaving the creature before him, fingertips now running gently along it’s neck, in an almost... apologetic manner; as if to say i’m sorry for neglecting you. ‘do you still ride often?’

❀ five word prompts!                                         still accepting.

“wasn’t planning to,” the female uncharacteristically mumbled in response to her childhood friend’s inappropriate question. inappropriate for yena, anyway. not because she thought speaking about intimate things like physical romance was wrong; in fact, she often eagerly took great part in conversations regarding other people’s love lives - but once the attention shifted to her, she struggled to find things to say given her grand score of zero boyfriends in her entire twenty-five years on this earth. with her heart nervously fluttering at a hundred miles per hour, she sought refuge in her cup of coffee; as if she’d somehow be able to slip into it and disappear completely. she’d read too many fantasy novels lately.