( — @ykqueen | ❤’d )

     ah, it was always interesting to see HOW OTHER’S versed themselves within the ways of COMBAT; it was exciting – a riveting experience that he couldn’t help but delve into the ways other cultures EMBRACED the ways of order, and used it as an excuse to pummel each other into the dirt. when he TRAVELED he still kept up with the current events; the champions that crawled to the top or HOARDED the glory for the sake of some hidden inner motive. it was SOMETHING he could appreciate. the desire to never let GO, and the appreciation for finally reaching the top. he couldn’t say he had the right to say he was at the top. that was reserved for the PRIDEFUL; the arrogant – not that he wasn’t.

     it was from these observations that brought him around those at the top of their field; the champions && the STRONG. he had questions. they could GIVE him the answers; that was if they wanted to spare him the theatrics to get to the point. he DIDN’T appreciate being humored; it SICKENED him visibly from time to time & a smile could not mask it. though perhaps it was his own hypocrisy that made it more apparent. lies weren’t his speciality; he THRUST the blunted truth into the world for it to be viewed as rudeness. what good were feelings if they were not calloused to the point of toughness? his had already sunken to such a LOW.

          ❛  hey, aren’t you Queen? the BIG SHOT fighter?  ❜ she fit the descriptions; the images on TV— though something wasn’t captured in those images. he couldn’t place it, but the camera did not SHOW everything. it wasn’t so much SOMETHING was missing— there might have been something ADDITIONAL. a softer side perhaps? he couldn’t say; these sorts of things were tricky. ❛  how about an autograph and a match for a BIG fan?  ❜

it isn't that she overestimates herself. in fact, it is the  OPPOSITE. throw in a large hood over lustrous blonde locks and a dark colored shirt to disguise her glowing skin,  it had been a while since queen allowed herself to feel  chic  in public.  she strolls aimlessly around the park,  basking in the warmth of the morning sun.  relief  floods her within the first few yards of being unidentified  (  or perhaps they were just turning a blind eye towards her  ).  but as if on cue, she hears her name,  freezes  on the spot   (  as if her not moving would make her appear as someone else   )  and turns to the voice.  she gives him a little nod,  affirming her identity.    ah,  she almost went totally unrecognized.     better luck next time.

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He’s being somewhat deliberately clingy, an act that’s devious as much as it is sincere. It’s an unusual display for someone like Kael, particularly when he doesn’t doubt Queen might well thump him one (he hardly thinks it would be undeserved), but perhaps she has a point. Perhaps he is not keeping his wits about him. Scrunching his face up, he shakes his head. Kael is admittedly rather surprised that Queen didn’t immediately shove him off but he opts not to mention it.

“ Mm…just cold ”, he mumbles, as offhandedly as anyone could mutter, “ Thanks for sharing your body heat. ”

‘ Oh, pshaww~ Listen to you! Pretty, cool, modest AND sweet! I bet you have a TON of secret admirers, huh? I’d be jealous of that too but I don’t think I actually like the sound of it, y’know? Sounds like a lot of trouble. ’

╰  MEME  —  RANDOMLY GENERATED HUGS ; accepting

4: RECIPROCATED HUG

〈 🍒 〉–– Cheeks are tinted a shade of cherry blossom pink, fingers foiling through a small kind smile as she makes her way through the small confines of the walls of her university hall. It’s a crowded night and she doesn’t expect alot of people to come, at least not when the recital wasn’t even that advertised to the other courses and college departments. Still, it’s all for the grade and it’s something she could really use right now– the semester is ending in less than one month and a half and if there’s anything she thinks she’d be thankful for right now, it’d be extra credit.

Amongst the crowd is a familiar face she finds, a saccharine smile tainting against her delicate features. Slender fingers coil against the cotton of her gloves as she hooks it out, gentle footsteps as she makes her way towards the female. She’s known her ever since, going to the same tutorial center when they were younger, yet never exactly talking to her much. Taking it as an opportunity to strike a conversation, she smiles and quips, ❝ Hey– you were at Miss Jung’s tutorial center with me right? I think I used to see you there until I left. But then again, I could be mistaken– ❞

in her grandfather's absence,  she had attended a meeting with the executive board of the university   (  the construction of the new building is to be taken care of the yk group  )     after two grueling hours,  she desires nothing but to go home and rest.   &&  so she waits,  hands clasped in front of her,  her back straight,   a refined stance of elegance.   the clock ticks.  her driver is supposed to be here five minutes ago.   lilac orbs narrow at the approaching figure.  faint  RECOGNITION  itches the back of her mind.  at the closing distance familiarity strikes.    ❛  miss jung's tutorial center  ?  ❜    queen is reeled back to the years of a childhood long lost,  innocence spared by the hours of studying and learning    (  her brother was not born by then  &&  she was still the heir  ),  to the time where the word  QUEEN  is but a title for royalty.     ❛  yes, i was there.  ❜    she knows her.  had always known her.  had always glanced her way in class.  the name spills from rose-tainted lips,      ❛  . . .  kim nahyun ?  ❜  

╰  MEME  —  RANDOMLY GENERATED HUGS ; accepting

1: BEAR HUG