#triangle-junon-fan

Kouen

> When the first drop of color would come into his sight, he would literally go back one step, trying to reverse what just happened

> When he figures out that something must have brought this change, he’d most likely start to scan his surroundings for something different than before

> Finding the one unknown person, he would walk over to them, not hurtful but still quite harsh grabbing their shoulder and turn them around, just to be welcomed by the fresh colors of mother nature, swallowing hard as he’d stare into his future s/o face, which - for a moment - was like the accomplishment of all his dreams

> Staring at each other, the prince would be the first one to say something, pulling back his hand as he’d apologize for shocking them, asking for their name and in his thoughts already thinking about how they’d fit into his life

Koumei

> He would most likely be bothered by the change

> His scrolls seemed to be quite unnerving for him as they were brown now but the ink would still be black

> And the sky was blue but the clouds still white, as were the sheets but not his red curtains

> But everything was forgotten as he looked up again from the text he was reading, watching his future s/o sitting across from him, themselves reading one of the ugly brown scrolls

> But to his own amazement they’d be the only thing not bothering his eyes with their colors, as he was rather enjoying how they seemed to illuminate this monotone life of his

Kouha

> Joining together with his future s/o on their first meeting and exploring the new colorful world it would be a good opportunity for them to get to know each other

> Admiring the paintings hung inside of the palace and the different colored types of fruits in the market, they’d settle before a flower stand

> The prince would pick out the flower with the color he’d find most fitting his companion and most beautiful to him, just to present it to them

Kouen

> Kouen would get an even more stern look on his face, hearing his s/o talking about their homeland and the next thing they knew would be being thrown over his shoulder and being carried to his table in the library

> The prince would shove one of the chairs near his desk and in a rough manner put them down on it, before quickly running around the shelves, picking various scrolls and some candles from other places before returning and sitting down next to them

 > He will start with asking question and before they can even answer any of them, he would unfold the scrolls and point on different passages, pressing his s/o to tell him if the paper speaks the truth, drawing closer every time he speaks

> Noticing that he is to forceful and pressuring his s/o, he will lean back and turn his head down to the writing before silently grabbing their hand, muttering that if they don’t want to, they don’t have to tell him about Alma Torran, but he would appreciate it if they could at least look at that one picture he has, fishing out another scroll from the very bottom of his pile

Koumei

> At first he will not really realize what they said. His first thought was more like: So they were from another land? Hopefully his brother didn’t plan to conquer that one too, they were all to busy with planing advances around the Kou-Empire after all

> Slowly but steady the word Alma Torran would echo in his head, causing his memory to start remembering the things he heard, triggering an amazed expression to appear on his face

> When they are alone or find time to spend together he will ask them about things like: Are the clouds white over there too? Or do they have the same resources of minerals in their world?

> Sitting quietly next to each other for a while, he realizes that it must be really hard for them, being here and seeing the replacement of their world. The last two question for the day will be if they miss their home and if they are still happy to be here

Kouha

> Being the more outgoing one of the brothers he would be amazed by their origin. He would start to point out things he - of course - noticed earlier already which where a little different then the people had it in this world.

> He will stick to their side for the day, questioning them randomly about things he sees, like the flowers or the trees, before stopping and asking if there are any other people than his s/o from Alma Torran in this world

> If they don’t want to talk about it, he will not urge them, but he has a feeling that something is not one hundred percent right with this situation

> But he will shove this feeling far back into his mind, grabbing their hand and while swinging their arms fourth and back he will tell them that it does not matter to him from which world they are, he still loves them a lot

> To be honest: Solomon didn’t mind it too much. Not knowing about colors and all he was pretty happy with his life

> Eventually he found out that not everything black was bad and everything white was good, but just the little difference in brightness would help him find his way through

> When the people around him mention things like different colors he would get curious and ask them, gaining some pitiful glances and hearing them say, that one day he would understand

> Solomon would go and find Ugo, asking him what he knows about this colorful world, but his friend would just shrug his shoulder, telling him that he will respond to this question when he finds out

> Walking through the streets and trying to replace his thoughts of the nonsense, about this different kind of viewing the world, with something which was actually important, but not really being successful with his tries, he would snap out of his thinking when hearing a splash

> Rushing down to the small washing river which winds throughout the city he finds someone sitting inside the water, wet all over and clothes sticking to their skin

> Asking if everything was alright he would give them a hand to get up, pulling them out of the reservoir, before they’d sheepishly take of the washing basket of their head and with a small smile thank him

> Everything would start to take a turn once their eyes met

> Starting with iris and going down their nose, rising up and painting their hair, before laying a soft color onto their skin and changing the white piece of clothes they were wearing into red ones before picking up the speed and coloring all his surroundings, turning the water into a blue fluid and the houses into yellow stone and the trees green

> He could hear his name from behind and even though he didn’t saw him he knew it was Ugo, yelling something about having found out about what they were talking about earlier

> But as much as Solomon wanted a confirmation for what he saw right at this point, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the rescued persons eyes. The magician could have sworn that never has he seen something so beautiful as these eyes ever

> Their face having changed into a surprised look too, they would asking him quietly if he could see this things too

> Nodding Solomon would realize that they were standing pretty close and now for the first time, in what seems to be endless seconds, move and let go of their hand, bringing a light shade of pink to their cheeks

> He still wouldn’t be able to comprehend the whole situation but he realized that he didn’t want to look away from them anymore, saying the first thing which came to his mind and asking them out for dinner that night

> The blue-haired man would watch them as they gathered their stuff, agree with his proposal, turning around and wave at him before walking back to their house, he’d clutch his chest and turn around to walk up the path, reuniting with his friend

> And Ugo? Ugo knew. So now he would tell Solomon everything he learned about the thing called “Love”

> When being informed about his s/o injury he will leave all his duties and rush to their resting place, ignoring everything on his way. After reaching the door he will take a deep breath before knocking and entering the room, before anyone could open him

> He’ll flop down next to his partner on the bed, grabbing their hand and stroking their cheek. He will not even talk to one of the doctors in the room for a while, just keeping the moment to himself and his s/o, whilst muttering that they are not alone and everything will be alright

> After a while he will stand up and ask the specialists with crossed arms how they will proceed now. Solomon was ready to get them everything to make his s/o healthy again and let them wake up. Feeling completely shattered he wouldn’t take his eyes of them even whilst talking to other people

> If possible he will stay with them the whole day. Sitting next to their bed and drawing circles on their hand, he would tell them about the things he would like to do when they wake up. But when the weeks go by he would return to work over the day and stay with them in the night, resting next to their body on the bed, telling them stories which happened through out the day. The poor Leader would be really troubled with the whole situation, finding less and less moments in which he’d feel truly happy without his s/o by his side

> As he feels their touch on his skin in the middle of the night he would wake up to his s/o smiling at him. It would take him less than two seconds to embrace them tightly, thanking everything there is for giving him back his beloved. Not letting them go for the whole night and giving them small kisses on their eyes he would thank his s/o for coming back to him too

> If his s/o goes out to the market, the fields or the well and Solomon got time to escort them, he will be really, really close to them all the time. Like when they stop to look at items in the shop he will look over their left shoulder, then switching to the right shoulder, squeezing through other costumers to stand right next to his flame but not actually saying anything, giving, if asked, nods or sounds of agreement. Maybe he does it because he wants to be near them or maybe he does it because he’s a bit sad whenever he cannot go out with his s/o and doesn’t want to make it uncomfortable for them, now that he is with them

> For him there is no better feeling then reading a book in his s/o lap. Even better when his beloved is reading an other interesting one so after finishing, the two of them can just change the book, continue and discuss two good books in end

> He is a big fan of body care. Washing his s/o back or letting him comb his hair is exactly his thing. It makes the way they handle each other way more precious because they spent a lot of time being intimate with each other but not in a sexual way, just in very loving atmosphere