#kyungsoo ft. siofra.

[nouvelis]

his head tilts, eyes silvery under the dripping moon. kyungsoo regards the woman in distress, his mind trying to comprehend how she must feel. despite his immense talent that made him stand out since his youth, he was still an ordinary man from an ordinary family. though his job as the main dancer at a prestigious company meant he often frequented parties hosted by influential names in the country, tycoons with wealth beyond his imagination and politicians that can have anything covered up with a snap of their fingers, he’s never been around royalty before his path entwined with hers, let alone a queen with a kingdom that rests on her shoulder. 

he has seen her around the people she calls hers, witnessed the trust they have in their leader and the strength that shines in her eyes. a strength that seems so innate and inexhaustible — but even the strongest of souls have limits, crevices and cracks that they strive to hide. it is only a matter of pretence and she’s had eternities to master the art of acting. 

“kind of sucks being you, honestly.”

she shows him her troubles in honesty, he will repay her with the same frankness. 

it is true that power and wealth won’t give you freedom — isn’t it ironic? that faes are supposed to be masters of illusions and magic, everything light and airy, yet here she resides, held down by everything that’s meant to make her invincible. his hand reaches the half-emptied bottle on habit, before filling her glass with wine as red as rubies. he does not have a solution — unlike him, she’s never been in a position to just pack up and leave. “what would you do if you get to live your life freely?” he wonders, “perhaps your sisters can help out a little. you know, normal people take shifts.”

“i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting.”  from this, accepting / @edenrisen