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@♤ park seonghwa ʳᵒʸᵃˡ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ [her fit for visual ref: https://i.imgur.com/RIxzQcf.jpeg]

bonds of friendship that are formed effortlessly all through the years, always take a turn for the better or the worse. sometimes one would find themselves in a dilemma about how to talk to someone, how to communicate without setting the wrong tone - or maybe stepping on the wrong toes. either way, with julie and seonghwa, things have been rather effortless she can attest to that, the male was always a troublemaker in his own way, up to mischief and playing around, a little jokester he is, but it's something that julie loved and adored wholeheartedly. she enjoyed the youth, the innocence he spared to her when they're around one another.

she enjoys the time with the others as they mixed and mingled over the years, she must admit that seonghwa is ONE person in that entire palace - a waste of ing space that she absolutely cherished and trusted with her life. upon gliding out of the palace walls, a bit effortless since she had years of training to sneak out, without trying to get caught and possibly hung for this. after all, she's merely a servant and she's here to serve the royal's every whim and wish. her eyes scan the area around the square, even though she told seonghwa that she would be meeting him here, close to the library on the cornerstone street, she was still a bit hesitant and wary.

seonghwa was never the type to do such things, he's a royal guard of all positions, he's good at hiding things though, and she trusts him with her life. even as the chill of the night breeze whisked her dark brown strands around, the servant dressed in nothing but the simple dress she wore to work the day prior. washing it quickly so she could have it ready for tonight's adventures - the young woman was keen in her planning for what was to happen tonight. she wanted to explore the area outside of the suffocating kingdom. having guards, the royals, other servants and knights, even dukes galavanting around - it was depressing. julie didn't catch a break! she was never clean either, with the royals picking on her left and right, making her do the most tedious of tasks. something about the young fire user made the royals inclined to throw her around - perhaps it's her lithe structure, maybe julie staying quiet and taking from them was enough to tempt them to continue their teasing words and vile taunts. either way, tonight was the night she put aside for her and seonghwa to have fun and enjoy - get drunk and just forget about their disgusting life until the morrow.

earlier that night, she sneaked over to the guard's chambers and told seonghwa quickly about her plan to meet him out front on the town square, trying to blend in with the crowd, she asked for one of his dark cloaks to use with a hood over her servant's dress. it helps she thinks, she might merely look like one of the women who frolics around the streets at night, traveling back and forth from the tavern where men go to for a nice old drink and a woman to sink into for the time. however, even if she tends to spread her legs for the other royals willing to look her way for an extra dime, she has to make it seem that this is indeed a norm for her on the streets. she tries keeping her eyes cast down, the billowing wind whistling in her air and dancing around her, reminding her of the aerion kingdom, being present in the windy atmosphere, reminding her of the cold ambiance the palace gives off there. truthfully, it was one place julie actually felt safe at, even though that's their 'warring' kingdom.

julie has to carry news back and forth, sometimes peace treaties, other times julie has to carry goods or gather goods and bring back to pyrolith; the perks of being a mere, scrawny, commoner servant. just a speck of dust gone with the wind. the king of aerion is much kinder than the one in pyrolith, all of the fire users she meets, minus the hardworking people such as seonghwa and jungkook - whom she met as of recently - tend to be on the stricter side of the coin. rugged, ruthless, and brutal. even the prince she has a sickeningly, overwhelming crush on - he as well seems to be a walking red flag that julie cannot seem to get enough of.

with her feet scraping against the cobblestone walkway, she kicks a couple of pebbles off the side while searching the darkness, lit by the shadows dancing off the wall and onto the road as she cast her glance down, from the corner of her eyes she keeps looking out for her friend, waiting patiently and thanking whatever gods that may be listening in on her - that no one even bothered casting her a second glance. they assume she's from the tavern a couple of streets down and they wouldn't be caught dead interacting with her out in the open like this unless they're probably too rich and snobbish to care.

@♤ kim wonwoo ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉ Changkyun's gaze remained cool and impassive as Wonwoo snickered at his presence, the dismissive attitude washing over him like water off a duck's back. He had grown accustomed to Wonwoo's teasing jabs and sarcastic remarks, knowing that beneath the facade of amusement lay a shrewd mind that missed nothing.

As Changkyun stood amidst the aftermath of the encounter, his mind churned with the weight of his recent actions. Just moments ago, he had been steeped in the darkness of his past, carrying out the grim task of silencing the voices that haunted him. The blood of his parents stained his hands, a grim reminder of the lengths to which he would go to protect his secrets. But as he emerged from the shadows of his own making, he stumbled upon this unexpected scene, the tension in the air thick with the promise of violence. It was a stark reminder of the world he inhabited, a world where betrayal and treachery lurked around every corner, waiting to ensnare the unwary in its deadly embrace.

He paused, his gaze locking with Wonwoo's as he emphasized the gravity of his words. "You may be the prince, but even you are not invincible," he continued, his voice soft but firm. "Dangers are lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Trust no one but yourself, and even then, be cautious." Changkyun's words hung heavy in the air between them, a reminder of the precariousness of their situation. Despite their shared history and the bond that tied them together, Changkyun knew that Wonwoo was not immune to the machinations of their enemies.

As they stood there, two figures bathed in the oppressive heat of their own making, Changkyun couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for the prince before him. He knew that Wonwoo was capable of great strength and resilience, but he also knew that even the strongest among them could be brought low by treachery and deceit. "Trust in yourself, Wonwoo," Changkyun concluded, his voice a quiet plea. "And trust in me. Together, we can weather any storm that comes our way."

@♤ im changkyun ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ "pft," wonwoo snickered at changkyun's presence, shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "well, you know i never owed anyone. it's your choice to serve me," he stated, before sighing at the sight of the thugs behind changkyun. "i wish you could torture them a bit longer, so i could chill in the back and watch it for my entertainment, but you finished them so fast," he said with a hint of regret before chuckling.

"what took you so long to find me, general? are you scheming something behind my back, hmm?" he asked, trying to gauge his general's reaction. wonwoo has known changkyun ever since they were children; it's easier to say they grew up together. wonwoo is known as cold, stoic, ruthless, and a bit of a loner, but somehow changkyun filled in the gaps. as changkyun also somehow mirrored wonwoo's character wise as his general.

these two are scary and intimidating enough for everyone who sees them. their aura alone is enough to make the surroundings feel hot and unbearable. nobody dares to mess with wonwoo, or else they'll taste changkyun's wrath and his tortures. that was the best part of changkyun that wonwoo admired somehow. even though, there's still a part of wonwoo — not giving his full trusts on him hence he always be cautious around changkyun too. it's not that he didn't want to trust him, it's just he wants to be careful. after all, he's the one who decided to stay away from siblings and preferred to be alone.

@♤ kim wonwoo ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉ As Wonwoo stood amidst the chaos of the attempted assassination, his gaze shifted to the figure who had intervened on his behalf. Recognition dawned upon him as he beheld the familiar face of Changkyun, his trusted friend and advisor. Despite their differences and the tension that often simmered between them, Changkyun had once again proven his loyalty, risking his own safety to protect Wonwoo.

Changkyun moved with calculated precision, his every movement betraying years of rigorous training and unwavering resolve. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice edged with concern as he surveyed Wonwoo for any signs of injury.

Changkyun's response to the imminent threat was swift and merciless. As the archers hesitated, their bows drawn taut and ready to unleash their deadly payload, Changkyun's eyes narrowed with a predatory glint. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned forth the flames that danced at his command, a manifestation of the fiery power that burned within him. The air crackled with intensity as the flames engulfed his outstretched hand, casting an eerie glow upon his features.

In a blaze of fury, Changkyun unleashed the full force of his fire powers upon the unsuspecting assailants. The flames leapt forth with an almost primal ferocity, engulfing the archers in a searing inferno that left nothing but charred remnants in its wake. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh as Changkyun's flames consumed his enemies with ruthless efficiency. The screams of agony echoed through the night, a haunting symphony of death and destruction that served as a grim testament to Changkyun's power.

But amidst the chaos and carnage, there was no hint of remorse in Changkyun's eyes, no flicker of hesitation in his actions. He was a force of nature unleashed, a harbinger of destruction whose wrath knew no bounds. In the aftermath of the inferno, Changkyun stood amidst the smoldering ruins, his chest heaving with exertion. The flames danced around him like loyal servants, obedient to his every command, as he surveyed the devastation he had wrought.

For Changkyun, there was no satisfaction to be found in the act of violence, no joy in the taking of life. But in the face of danger, he had acted swiftly and decisively, using the full extent of his power to protect those under his care. As he turned away from the smoldering wreckage, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions, Changkyun vowed to use his fire powers not as a weapon of destruction, but as a shield to safeguard the innocent from harm.

Wonwoo shook his head, a grim smile playing on his lips. Changkyun's lips quirked into a small, wry smile at Wonwoo's words, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through his stoic facade. "You owe me one," he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement as he surveyed the aftermath of their encounter.

@♤ im changkyun ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⟨ the last actions are permitted by changkyun's mun so there's no god modding happens. ⟩

after completing his training regimen at the army's practice grounds, wonwoo let out a weary sigh, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. with no pressing engagements filling his schedule for the day, he found himself contemplating the idea of a brief escape from the confines of the castle walls. the prospect of some respite from his princely duties was appealing, and wonwoo resolved to venture out into the lively town below.

as he made his way through the corridors of the palace toward the exit, wonwoo politely declined the offers of company from attendants and guards who volunteered to accompany him. despite being the eldest among his siblings, the crown he believed was rightfully his had yet to grace his brow. nevertheless, wonwoo was not one to act rashly; he understood the complexities involved in reclaiming his birthright and was willing to exercise patience as he carefully plotted his next moves.

stepping out into the bustling streets of the town, wonwoo couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. although he initially dismissed it as mere paranoia, a persistent sense of unease lingered in the back of his mind. he couldn't help but wonder if someone from the palace was trailing him, acting under the orders of his adversaries within the court. determined to assert his independence, wonwoo silently resolved to punish anyone caught disobeying his explicit instructions to maintain a respectful distance.

unbeknownst to wonwoo, his movements had not escaped the notice of enemies lurking in the shadows. some people from geonova had been surveilling his every step, eagerly awaiting an opportunity to disrupt the fragile peace. a sudden twang filled the air, followed by the whistle of a projectile hurtling dangerously close to him. reacting swiftly, instincts honed by years of training kicked in as he deftly sidestepped the oncoming arrow, narrowly avoiding its deadly move.

the young prince's senses sharpened, his previously dismissed suspicions now validated by the clear threat on his life. with adrenaline coursing through his veins, he scanned the surrounding area for any sign of his assailants, his mind racing with the urgency of the situation.

a flicker of movement caught his eye, drawing his attention to nearby trees. with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he watched in amusement as a group of shadowy figures took aim, their bows trained directly on him. a small smirk slowly spread across his lips as he regarded the shadowy figures poised with their bows aimed at him. "you guys are so pathetic," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "what are you waiting for? go ahead and shoot those arrows at me if you dare."

with a menacing glint in their eyes, one of the shooters released their arrow, but before it could find its mark, a blur of movement intercepted its deadly path. another figure, swift and agile, stepped forward, catching the projectile with practiced ease before it could reach wonwoo. wonwoo's expression remained unchanged, his demeanor one of barely concealed boredom as he watched the scene unfold. "you guys are so late," he remarked with a shake of his head, unimpressed by their feeble attempt on his life.

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