winter  has  given  way  to  springtime  &  the  blossoming  of  beautiful  greenery.  &  yellows,  &  pinks,  too.  they  have  come  to  enjoy  these  quiet  afternoons,  him  writing  away  about  any  &  everything  &  her  listening  to  music  as  she  studies.  the  day  ambles  by  &  the  people  &  they  don’t  have  much  care  for  the  outside  world,  sitting  peacefully  in  this  one  they’ve  created.  a  spirit  calls  &  she  answers  &  they  continue  on  as  if  it  is  normal.  ❛ is it just a part of the process? ❜  hongwi  asks,  out  of  the  blue.  not,  though,  an  unreasonable  question.  it’s  something  she’s  considered  for  quite  some  time  herself,  in  those  lonely  hours  where  she  has  nothing  in  particular  &  somehow  yet  everything  on  her  mind.  ❛ life, you mean? ❜  she  muses,  her  gaze  lifting  from  the  textbook  to  the  gentle  pastels  that  paint  the  horizon  before  capturing  the  courage  to  meet  his.  he’s  often  asking  questions  she  hasn’t  quite  had  the  chance  to  figure  out,  but  she  appreciates  how  he  doesn’t  hold  back  his  curiosity.  it’s  refreshing,  &  so  unlike  those  who  stare  &  whisper  &  try  to  keep  their  bewilderment  so  hidden  &  quiet.  ❛ living and dying, it’s all part of the same. so, i like to think so. ❜ 

“Besides, I only heard part of what happened. Maybe you should tell me the whole story…maybe then I can properly judge whether you should be worried about karmic backlash.”  

kumiho!sungji stumbles upon the ghost king (third verse) & reluctantly introduces him to the future he has been thrust into

Inwoo’s hand stilled as the boy hummed the familiar tune, putting the cup away before he dropped it. At the back of his mind, he remembered the song. It reminded him of memories, memories of his mother, and he schooled his face back into his usual pensive expression to avoid giving it away. “Where did you hear this from?” he asked, his tone remaining casual, “I...it was a familiar tune. My mother used to sing this to me.” 

TRUTH SERUM { MEME | STILL ACCEPTING }

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

❛ hyung ...❜ a king was to be strong ; an    unbreakable    foundation for their country and people .  it was what nikos had been told since birth , the crown that was yet to lay on his head was still heavy as a ghost .  a life had been taken , crimson of that mortal soul now clung to his trembling hands .  when it came down to it , bloodshed was never something that nikos ever attempted .  that was alois’ job ;  his younger brother had always been willing to do what needed to be done in order to ensure the safety of anyone around him .  however , nikos’ despite being the eldest had always allowed his younger twin to do that .  alois wasn’t around this time to carry out the act .  nikos  had    ventured   on his own into the realm of the mortals  , a promise of meeting a soul that he had grown somewhat fond of .  the liberation he felt   , the ability to toss the crown to the side and be normal for once .  that had been the act , he never figured that his night out in the city life would end in bloodshed . ❛ hy-hyung , he isn’t moving … why isn’t he moving ? ❜ terror meets his tone , the normally cheerful prince was now a mess of trembles as he felt the heaviness of the switchblade that had been used for the assault .  it was the other’s fault  -- a man that was up to no good ;  a robbery gone wrong the moment the stranger had lounged at them when the denial of their wallets had been heard .  years of being trained , kicking in  and before nikos’ had known it  -- his body had gone into automatic pilot mode and the outcome had been tragedy .  ❛ hyung …..❜ crack in a quivering voice as the younger steps back from the scene ; the heaviness of his hand , falls before him clicking against the ground below as he heard the voice of the elder for the first time .   sweet   lies that were made to sooth the current aching soul that felt like could shatter in any moment . there was no calming the ache within his chest and the guilt that began boiling in his heart .

She blinked, startled when he asked her. Did he remember something? “We didn’t, but we’ve met before. A long time ago.” More than that, but that’s the best she can muster.