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medprac:

ON   EVIDENCE :

                                        objects   have   memory   too   :   the   doorknob   remembers   who   turned   it,   the   telephone   who   answered   it.   the   gun   remembers   when   it   was   last   fired,   &.   by   whom.   it   is   for   the   detective   to   learn   the   language   of   these   things,   so   that   he   might   hear   that   they   have   something   to   say.

        independent   /   private   /   selective   roleplay   blog   for   PARK  TAE - IL         of   the   drama   you’re   all   surrounded !   as   writ   by   kyle.   est   2017

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i  can’t  believe  dae  gu’s  Fucking  Dead(tm)

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WHAT  DID  I  FCUOIGN TELLY O U

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bcdbehavior:

Moon had no reason to actually do anything with the information. He couldn’t meddle in things, that’s what his family told him. The least he could do was listen and maybe offer some insight. “That sounds like a thread. Either he has come up with an elaborate story or it is the truth. I think that you should watch very carefully, see what is going on. It will help you figure that out.”

        if  anything,  the  jingol’s  frustrated  pout  only  G R E W  with  the  reply ;  though  no  fault  of  the  vendor’s,  hansung  was  disappointed  with  the  lack  of  interest.  it  was  his  boyish  nature  that  kept  him  hooked  on  gossip  for  the  longest  time,  and  he  wouldn’t  rest  until  he  had  unraveled  the  lie  his  hyungs  had  so  carefully  woven.

        “ i’ve  been  paying  such  close  attention  already  though ! ”  hansung  was  inconsolable,  though  it  wasn’t  his  fate  that  rested  on  the  news  being  found  out.  “ and  someone  must  have  said  something  in  passing  about  him --  the  street  vendors  are  the  best  people  to  ask ! ”

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sagunichung:

Ready for the upcoming lesson, the faceless king could care less about his mates surrounding him, still gossiping about the banner with the message that potentially threatens his safety inside the Hwarang House. Best remain neutral about the whole matter, for he has a high suspicion that Sun Woo is putting two and two together in regards of his identity. 

A certain tug on his robes shake him off his thoughts as the youngest Hwarang decides, for some strange reason, to catch his attention. Jinheung can feel the boy’s nails digging in his biceps through the fabric and he frowns, but makes no attempt to push him aside. He hasn’t been blind about the way his brother has been pushing him to improve his sword skills. Can’t be hard with him all the time. 

Finally, his arm is released and with a deep sigh, the young man raises his chin slightly, hoping that the matter at hand will be quick and painless 

“Borrow me. I don’t like the sound of that. What is it?”

        he  pouted  at  the  seeming  lack  of  interest,  bottom  lip  curled  over  &.  jutting  out  as  he  stared  up  at  the  elder ;  all  for  show,  evidently,  because  his  expression  brightened  just  as  quick  as  the  pout  had  appeared  ( and  in  any  case,  hansung  had  been  expecting  ji  dwi’s  refusal --  he  wasn’t  known  for  his  wits,  but  even  he  could  tell  the  true  bone  was  one  who  preferred  to  be  left  alone ).

        honorifics  forgotten,  something  dan  se  would  no  doubt  lecture  him  for  once  the  news  had  reached,  the  jingol  continued.  “ aigoo,  you’re  no  fun !  is  it  so  much  that  a  lonely  dongsaeng  wants  to  sit  with  his  favourite  sunbaenim ? ”

        it  was  a  lie,  but  he  wasn’t  above  using  flattery  to  achieve  his  end  goal.  “ i  can  never  focus  on  sparring  with  hyung ;  i  only  think  about  how  much  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  him  on  accident !  i  think  i  would  focus  better  with  someone  that  won’t  lecture  me  about  everything  and  everyone  is  saying  you  rival  soo  ho - hyung,  so  you  were  the  obvious  choice !  help  me  practice ? ”

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                            when   icarus   was   young,   daedalus   watched   him   gaze   wonderstruck   at   the   sky  ---    from   the   stars,   to   the   moon,   to   the   sun.   he   should   have   known   then   he   wasn’t   meant   to   keep   his   feet   on   the   ground.   when   icarus   was   young,   daedalus   lamented   at   the   prison   they   were   bound   to.   his   gifts   lent   to   create   a   jail   for   another   that   became   his   own.   he   watched   his   son   grow   cramped   between   four   walls ;   he   wanted   more   for   him.   when   icarus   was   young,   daedalus   made   plans.   he   thought   himself   clever,   holding   the   favour   of  hephaestos  &.  athena.   ‘ i   will   get   us   out, ’   he   thought.   ‘ i   will   make   sure   we   fly. ’   when   daedalus   was   old,   he   sat   on   the   ground   clutching   wax - dipped   feathers.   he   glanced   to   the   sun,   cursing   his   wit,   cursing   his   pride.   are   you   happy   now?   he   murmured,   laughing   softly   to   himself.   a   son   for   a   sun.

                        daedalus   loved   his   son,   but   icarus   loved   the   sky.

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@sagunichung    (  FOR  JINHEUNG .  )

        “ hyung - nim ! ”

        without  a  second  thought  the  previously  unoccupied  space  at  ji  dwi’s  side  is  taken,  whether  unbothered  or  uncaring  of  the  older  noble’s  disposition  left  as  a  matter  of  little  importance --  the  overhead  heat  was  s e a r i n g  underneath  the  layers  of  robes  hansung  wore,  and  he  had  been  kicked  from  the  gazebo  he  usually  inhabited  on  such  afternoons  by  an  exasperated  ban  ryu  after  begging  one  too  many  times  for  a  quick  lesson.

        ( which,  with  hansung’s  swordsmanship  skills  or  lack  thereof,  wouldn’t  be  an  easy  way  to  wile  away  the  time. )

        beaming  the  signature  grin  that  could  only  mean  he  wanted  something,  tanned  hands  grabbed  at  the  sleeve  of  jinheung’s  robe --  it  was  only  after  that  he  remembered  his  place  in  the  order  of  things,  removing  his  hands  with  a  sheepish  l i g h t  to  his  eye  ( after  living  within  seokmoon  without  a  bone  rank  for  so  long,  it  was  hard  to  return  to  the  real  world ;  it  was  harder  still  to  believe  that  his  to  whom  had  been  the  king  had  been  wrong ).  “ i  need  to  borrow  you  for  a  minute !  please ? ”

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jadeiism:

        What a relief it was that he understood. It was clear her vocabulary could have been better, however, she was glad that there was not a complete language barrier between them. The woman nodded her head with a smile to show she was willing to follow him. Yùlóng took note that she would have to find a way to thank him later. 

        “Seok… Hansung?” She did her best to repeat his name hoping that it was correct. She pointed to herself, “Yùlóng.” 

        “ yùlóng.”  hansung  tested  the  name,  how  it  rolled  off  of  his  tongue  with  ease  ( the  short,  sharp  syllables  made  his  pronunciation  easier,  for  he  had  always  struggled  with  drawn - out  vowels )  before  a  broad  grin  crossed  sun - kissed  skin.  he  would  have  offered  his  hand  for  the  foreigner  to  take,  deciding  against  it  only  for  the  reason  that  the  contact  might  be  unwelcome ;  there  was  no  shortage  of  pushy  strangers  in  the  shopping  district,  especially  to  a  jingol  family  heir  fallen  from  grace.

        he  only  hoped  she  could  keep  up  once  he  set  off.

        “ follow  me ! ”

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“You’re too sweet.” //From Jinheung (sagunichung)

blood,  sweat  &&.  tears .

        “ i  am ? ”

        even  in  his  sleep - addled  mind  hansung  knew  what  an  honour  it  was  supposed  to  be,  receiving  a  compliment  ( though  it  seemed  the  slightest  patronizing )  from  a  higher  noble --  even  moreso,  if  he  considered  the  noble  in  question  was  that  faceless  king  the  country  had  lusted  after  for  so  long.  ah  ro  had  done  more  than  her  share  of  keeping  the  poisoned  jingol  alive,  giving  news  and  company  when  she  hadn’t  been  busy ;  eventually  the  other  hwarang  he’d  treasured  came  trickling  in  to  visit,  bearing  gifts  and  condolences,  and  yet  he’d  not  once  seen  either  his  self - appointed  mentor  or  we  hwa’s  supposed  nephew.

        now,  looking  upon  the  hyung  draped  in  royal  robes,  hansung  understood  w h y.

        “ ji  dwi - ssi ! ”  it  had  slipped  the  boy’s  mind  to  address  him  as  anything  else,  sitting  straighter  in  his  cot  with  his  back  leaning  against  the  wall  in  support ;  his  head  inclined  downward  in  the  smallest  bow  -- all  he  could  manage  without  nausea  setting  in  and  prickling  under  his  skin,  otherwise  he  would  have  stood  and  given  a  proper  greeting  to  the  king --,  dog - earing  his  page  and  setting  the  journal  to  the  side.  “ you  came ! ”

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방탄소년단 (BTS) Blood, Sweat & Tears lyrics meme:

“Take away my last dance.”

“Take away my cold breath.”

“Even my blood, sweat, and tears, even my body, heart, and soul, I know that it’s all yours.”

“This is a spell that’ll punish me.”

“Kiss me, I don’t care if it hurts, hurry and choke me so I can’t hurt anymore.”

“Baby, I don’t care if I get drunk, I’ll drink you in now.”

“I want you a lot, a lot, a lot.”

“I don’t care if it hurts, tie me up so I can’t run away.”

“Grab me tightly and shake me so I can’t snap out of it.”

“I wanna be addicted to your prison so I can’t serve anyone that’s not you.”

“Kill me softly.”

“Close my eyes with your touch I can’t even reject you anyway.”

“You’re too sweet.”

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kim-ah-ro:

  “I should still look you over.      You are looking quite pale.”

She became even more worried with Hansung’s sudden change in face color. Perhaps she had missed something and now the boy was getting sick because of it. What was it she could have failed to see? What could have caused him to become ill?

  “Have either really warm or cold recently?”

        “ ani,  noona ! ”  hansung  was  quick  to  protest  her  mother  henning,  hastily  holding  up  his  hands  in  surrender  as  he  scooted  further  off  the  bed ;  socked  feet  hit  the  floor,  and  surely  any  more  mention  of  leeches  and  needles  would  send  the  youngest  hwarang  scurrying  to  the  door  with  his  tail  between  his  legs.

        “ i  feel  fine !  i  haven’t  been  ill  since  i  was  a  young  boy. ”  it  was  a  fact  he  boasted  with  pride,  though  its  truth  could  be  debated --  his  family  was  poor  despite  their  former  status  and,  as  such,  medicine  was  hard  to  come  by.  “ i’m  sure  you  have  more  important  things  than  me ! ”

        and  yet,  despite  his  reassurance  that  he  was  well,  on  the  nurse’s  bed  he  s t a y e d.

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wonhwas:

For someone who held the honor of being the last ‘True Bone’ among nobles the princess was rather disappointed in his first impression. He seemingly lacked the poise and raging egotism that resided in so many of the courtiers and their offspring. It wasn’t terrible that such things were absent, yet more so harmful to him if that lifestyle wasn’t acquired later.

Still she was left aghast by his demeanor, blinking back the shock she narrows her eyes at the restless Hwarang and begins to speak,

     “Have you seen your Chief recently?       He’s not hiding in his office nor is he       stalking the grounds per usual. —-       I find it rather odd.”

        hansung  took  a  moment  to  consider  her  query,  head  bowed ;  enough  that  carefully - shaped  eyebrows  were  hid  behind  strands  of  hair  that  had  fallen  from  its  tight  bun,  yet  held  high  enough  that  he  could  see  clearly  the  unadulterated  shock  that  left  her  eyes  w i d e.

        the  hems  of  his  robes  crumpled  amongst  the  dirt  as  he  knelt  to  pick  up  his  discarded  book,  tucking  it  safely  into  his  satchel  amongst  his  arsenal  of  brushes  before  he  replied  ( harabeoji  would  have  his  head  if  he  lost  another  one  to  carelessness -- or  rather,  dan  se’s --  and  he  didn’t  want  to  think  about  the  consequences  that  came  with  it ).

        “ i  haven’t,  actually. ”  now  that  he  truly  thought  about  it,  the  disappearance  of  we  hwa  was  unusual ;  the  elder  was  usually  everywhere,  knowing  exactly  the  perfect  moment  to  turn  up  and  dole  out  punishment  to  the  misbehaving  party --  usually,  he  mused  to  himself,  the  hyungs  he  so  favoured.  “ i  can  help  you  find  him,  if  your  highness  wishes  it ? ”

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jadeiism:

        Yùlóng took notice of how he seemed to light up at her reply, the boyish smile was contagious causing the woman’s own lips to slightly curve upwards. To her surprise he other continued to speak to her, and luckily for the dragon she understood a few select words. Able to piece them together she got what he was asking her. Yùlóng let out a hum as she racked her brain for the right words.

“come alone,” she began, then gestured to herself and mimicked the motions of playing an instrument, “play entertainment… um, music? for queen.”

        the  importance  of  hand  gestures  wasn’t  lost  on  hansung --  in  any  case  he  relied  more  on  using  his  hands  to  speak  more  than  his  words.  grand  gestures  as  he  retold  a  story  weren’t  uncommon  for  the  seok  heir,  and  he  used  them  so  again  to  explain  more  clearly  than  what  his  words  could.

        “ i  can  take  you ? ”  first  gesturing  to  himself  &&.  the  stranger,  then  sweeping  his  arm  in  a  grand  arc  to  point  at  ( where  he  thought,  for  he  had  never  been  to  it  himself )  the  palace ;  his  free  hand  rested  over  his  chest,  enunciating  slowly,  for  he  was  never  one  to  pass  up  an  opportunity  for  companionship.  “ seok  hansung.  your  name  is ? ”

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kim-ah-ro:

“… That’s not good.”

The doctor’s eyebrows furrowed in worry for the young Hwarang. Surely his ailments would’ve alleviated by now– Unless, maybe, she had done something wrong? Thin lips pursed in fret before she spoke once more.

“I once heard of someone using leeches to get rid of the bad blood in their arm, after that they felt just fine. Maybe that would help you more than my needles.”

        “ leeches ? ”

        the  blood  d r a i n e d  from  his  face,  and  no  leech  was  at  fault ;  suddenly,  as  if  cured  only  by  the  thought  of  treatment,  hansung  went  back  on  his  earlier  complaints  ( it  was  again  at  this  moment  that  he  questioned  if  faking  illness  was  worth  being  poked  and  prodded --  needles  were  enough  to  send  him  away,  and  leeches  crossed  the  line.  he  could  live  without ).

        “ maybe  i’m  only  overreacting !  time  on  bed  rest  and  some  stretching  will  make  it  better,  i’m  sure !  i  wouldn’t  want  to  trouble  you  for  too  long. ”

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bcdbehavior:

Moon truly didn’t understand what the curiosity was about when it came to what the other was saying. He never really meddled in affairs of the royal family ( that was his brother’s job ) and kept to his little store. He heard stories, often traded things with a story behind them. He enjoys a good woven tale, but this is one that’s going on. It made a good plot for a story. “Perhaps. Is that all he has said? Give me details and I will give you something I got just recently.”

        it  seemed  that  hansung  had  forgotten  that  whatever  happened  in  seokmoon,  stayed  in  seokmoon --  but  really,  what  further  harm  could  it  cause ?  the  people  had  already  heard  of  what  happened  in  baekje  between  sun  woo  and  the  crown  prince,  though  he  was  always  ready  to  relay  the  story  he’d  been  told.

        “ it’s  what  everyone  is  saying, ”  he  acquiesced,  mulling  over  what  had  been  rumoured.  “ and  even  ji  dwi - hyung  said  that  sun  woo - hyung  said  he  was  the  king !  but  miss  ah  ro’s  abeoji  was  never  a  sacred bone  and  her  eomma  was  a  servant,  so  sun  woo - hyung  can’t  be  either. ”  hansung  was  pouting,  he  knew,  but  he  was  unable  to  help  it ;  he  enjoyed  gossip,  but  even  this  baffled  him  to  no  end.  “ so  he  must  be  lying  about  being  the  king,  or  about  being  ah  ro - noona’s  brother.  and  i  can’t  figure  out  which ! ”

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bcdbehavior:

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“I don’t think it’s my place to say anything.” Moon shakes his head. “I just have my little store, that’s all. It’s not my place.”

        “ but  do  you  not  think  that  it’s  strange ? ”  hansung  was  persistent,  the  matched  bracelets  he’d  been  considering  ( because,  even  though  his  harabeoji  had  told  him  it  was  inappropriate  for  men  to  buy  each  other  jewellery,  dan  se  deserved  to  get  more  than  just  a  half - hearted  birthday  wish )  forgotten  in  favour  of  gossip ;  he  rested  his  chin  in  his  hands,  leaning  his  elbows  on  the  wooden  countertop.  “ sun  woo - hyung  says  he’s  the  king,  but  he  also  says  that  ah  ro - noona  is  his  sister !  aren’t  you  at  least  a  little  curious  which  is  true ? ”

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jadeiism:

        Yùlóng had a habit of wandering aimlessly, often finding herself in places she had never been before. However, she remembered coming here with Xiáng a long time ago; while he was still young. She was always fascinated by how vast the land beneath the clouds truly was. Perhaps that was why the dragon was always restless, finding it next to impossible to stay in one place for too long. It also did the being no favors that her curiosity was insatiable. Caught up in her own thoughts Yùlóng had not notice the other approach her until he spoke.         

“Huh?” neat brows pulled together in confusion as she turned, blue gaze meeting brown. It took her a moment to process what had been said, which in turn caused her to glancing at their surroundings. The woman concluded her feet had managed to carry her off somewhere unfamiliar. 

“ That is possibility…” came her broken reply, though she did not seem too worried about the realization. 

        a  boxy  grin  found  its  way  upon  the  boy’s  tanned  face,  promising  only  that  he  wanted  to  help  ( it  also  didn’t  help  matters  that  he  had  been  right  about  her --  the  heir  had  only  met  people  from  his  province,  and  the  excitement  of  meeting  someone  foreign  was  catching  up  &&.  bubbling  away ).  hansung  remained  at  arms  length,  brows  creased  as  he  focused  on  forming  a  basic,  coherent  sentence  that  he  could  reply  with ;  worrying  his  plush  lower  lip  between  his  teeth,  he  then  spoke  slowly ;

        “ are  you  here  with  someone ? ”  though  unsure  of  how  much  she  understood  he  carried  on,  careful  to  enunciate  &&.  separate  the  usual  flow  his  words  came  as.  “ foreign  envoy ?  meeting  with  the  queen ? ”