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Inspiration: Beauty & the Beast.
Kim Taehyung
he's got a gaze wrought of acid.
❝ He's got pockets fattened with clocks. Not a penny-pincher for the seconds. A real bastard for the moments he adores, who spends them like an heir blessed with a lifetime. ❞
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He muses mosaic. A chromatose existence riddled in fragments of jilted hues that swivel like a kaleidoscope. On the one hand, Taehyung emboldens the Capricorn genetics. Earnest and resourceful, he's the type to put gritted teeth and blood-caked nails into everything he does. The only issue is, he does just about everything. A confused soul so wayward, it tilts towards cataclysmic. An upbeat timbre breached by heady staccato impulses and assuaged only on occasion. Taehyung is the dangerous kind of charming because he does not seem to realize it. He takes no ownership for the wake of his steps, but keeps himself on the line of a jaunty pace. Amiable, no doubt, but prone to his share of moods in lieu of his own mental unrest. He serves as a disturbance, but poses a threat more potent to himself than anyone else. It's comedic in one sense, pathetic in another. Taehyung exudes the very essence of a robust youth in the throes of discovery and adventure. A tragic hero on the path of his own downfall, he scintillates such an array of discord. He is whole, unshattered and untainted... but certainly fractured. A stained glass soul captured in the boughs of his ribs.
30
december
capricorn
Vernal prince
☰
strelitzia sylph
☰
22 years of age
☰
florist owner
☰
engaged
☰
" sea "
►
my beloved
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❝ Heralded Bloom: Renegade. ❞
In the lapse of a single dawn, the Spring Court was burgeoning anew. A tight-knit brood of fae doused beneath the climbing shadows of the Winter and Summer Courts, the king and queen were elated at the first cries of their newborn crowned prince. For none could assume that within the babe's pudgy, peach-kissed fist held the reign it would take to revolutionize an entire people. They prophesied of a fae, the firstborn to the 24th king and queen, who would wield a gambit of novel creations. Inventive and fearless with eyes that partook of the world with the wonder lost on his neglected people. He was meant to be the difference, the symbol of hope to revive a once thriving people--- to remind the world why it was springtime Mother Nature's graces yielded its sweetest works.
And for a time, it seemed not a touch so farfetched. The boy was radiant in stride and infectious in demeanor. An aureate halo as the first peek of dawn would be the veil that remained as his aura. He was unmistakable, the little fae prince of spring. And perhaps that was his utmost downfall.
A youth stained in pomp and coquettish fervor that regaled attention and embittered the other courts... It wasn't long before bounties surmounted for the Prince of Spring and his current prowess. The Winter and Spring Courts, especially, had reason to fear him as they thrived upon the wake of destruction embellished on his people. But the boy could not be touched in the safety of his own Court, so it came the time to lure the heir from the safety of his throne.
In the end, his own curiosity and boundless mindset led to his undoing. Being cooped up in the Spring Court unraveled the fae prince and each day he grew more keen as to letting it on. So the moment a Vernal Equinox of sent his Court in a cesspool of disarray, he fled the boundaries under the guise of distraction.
❝ Heralded Bloom: Potted Epic. ❞
The world as the prince viewed it was an expanse of newfound design, but it was not unkind to him. He struggled where he held no sway. No longer under the influence of his Court, he was forced to survive on his own. Stubborn as he was, he was also a man of practicality--- so it was easier than he wished to succumb to the offer of a night's rest in the home of a fellow traveller. Little did he know that the very man had been sent by the Sumner Court to snuff out the dawning light of the Prince of Spring. However, mercy was within his favor. The prince was arrogant and naive, but far from unlikable. And such was the quality that salvaged his life.
Instead, he cast an encantation as the prince slept--- one that reformed his lithe and comely stature to a more ganglier, organic form. From a lean human, to a scarlet Strelitzia plant within moments. In his panic, he potted the prince and fled to the bustling human world. There, he abandoned him at an old barn in a farmer's lot. And even when the man recounted to the Winter and Summer Courts of his certainty that the prince was dead, the Spring Court knew far better. Saddened but hardened with the soils of parenthood, the king and queen refused to reclaim their foolish son and figured that now he could finally get what he had sought for in the first place: freedom.
From there, the prince was found amongst the lot and sold into a town nearby. His beauty even in the form of a plant was widely beheld but never truly appreciated. He was stuffed among the folly of wilted tulips in a local market and stowed into the clearance shelves of grocers that knew not how to care for him. It wasn't until he was purchased by a tearful, young woman that his path was finally rerouted.
In turn, he was regifted... The woman having been a Wiccan who had lost her connection with her familiar and sought professional help. A sage, by the feel of the magic in his palms, who guided her and filled her with enough gratitude as his desperate client. But the prince was no sooner abandoned by this man as he had been others. Sweet, rounded eyes that emitted a cervine feel gazed about the gifted plant in the same awe in which the prince beheld the world around him. He clothed him in kindness in the privacy of his apartment and strengthened him with fresh water and daily kisses by the sun. The boy--- Jungkook, he soon learned--- restored both his strength and his faith in the world until it came a day where he awoke with the boy in the prince's cradled arms instead of the other way around. And just like that, the ties of his spell were severed.
❝ Heralded Bloom: Scarlet Floret. ❞
The prince, it seemed, had broken the spell at the hand of utmost understanding and compassion. By remodelling himself, the curse rendered on the boy he was before had been stricken null and void. His parents, overjoyed that their child had learned his lesson, welcomed him back to the Court without hesitation. However, it seemed the young Prince had fallen under an all new spell entirely: love.
He opted to remain with Jungkook, still convinced that he's much to learn about this world but desirous to do so with the young boy by his side. He rooted himself within the human world, then, fascinated by both the cruelty and redemption of humanity. He developed a magic florist shoppe wherein he could freely employ his wares while helping fellow wielders of magic. The herbs and fauna he cultivated there were of an outstanding variety and allure at the care of the prince's hands. He conjured both a name, Kim Taehyung, and a novel objective that redeemed a purpose for him beyond fulfilling a prophecy.
Within his shoppe, Taehyung is something close to home. He has convinced himself that Jungkook's presence is what endows it with the warmth of one. Smitten and utterly whipped, he almost forgets the vendetta the plants hold against him for nearly abandoning them to return to the Spring Court. They cling to his ankles and climb up his limbs while the older ones seem to be a bit less forgiving. A particularly enormous Venus flytrap grew fond, even, of habitually trying to eat Taehyung if ever he grows careless. But he minds them all the same: with the tender care and enthusiasm of the heralded prince they pined for.
And he's opted out of any option of letting them down again.
In the lapse of a single dawn, the Spring Court was burgeoning anew. A tight-knit brood of fae doused beneath the climbing shadows of the Winter and Summer Courts, the king and queen were elated at the first cries of their newborn crowned prince. For none could assume that within the babe's pudgy, peach-kissed fist held the reign it would take to revolutionize an entire people. They prophesied of a fae, the firstborn to the 24th king and queen, who would wield a gambit of novel creations. Inventive and fearless with eyes that partook of the world with the wonder lost on his neglected people. He was meant to be the difference, the symbol of hope to revive a once thriving people--- to remind the world why it was springtime Mother Nature's graces yielded its sweetest works.
And for a time, it seemed not a touch so farfetched. The boy was radiant in stride and infectious in demeanor. An aureate halo as the first peek of dawn would be the veil that remained as his aura. He was unmistakable, the little fae prince of spring. And perhaps that was his utmost downfall.
A youth stained in pomp and coquettish fervor that regaled attention and embittered the other courts... It wasn't long before bounties surmounted for the Prince of Spring and his current prowess. The Winter and Spring Courts, especially, had reason to fear him as they thrived upon the wake of destruction embellished on his people. But the boy could not be touched in the safety of his own Court, so it came the time to lure the heir from the safety of his throne.
In the end, his own curiosity and boundless mindset led to his undoing. Being cooped up in the Spring Court unraveled the fae prince and each day he grew more keen as to letting it on. So the moment a Vernal Equinox of sent his Court in a cesspool of disarray, he fled the boundaries under the guise of distraction.
❝ Heralded Bloom: Potted Epic. ❞
The world as the prince viewed it was an expanse of newfound design, but it was not unkind to him. He struggled where he held no sway. No longer under the influence of his Court, he was forced to survive on his own. Stubborn as he was, he was also a man of practicality--- so it was easier than he wished to succumb to the offer of a night's rest in the home of a fellow traveller. Little did he know that the very man had been sent by the Sumner Court to snuff out the dawning light of the Prince of Spring. However, mercy was within his favor. The prince was arrogant and naive, but far from unlikable. And such was the quality that salvaged his life.
Instead, he cast an encantation as the prince slept--- one that reformed his lithe and comely stature to a more ganglier, organic form. From a lean human, to a scarlet Strelitzia plant within moments. In his panic, he potted the prince and fled to the bustling human world. There, he abandoned him at an old barn in a farmer's lot. And even when the man recounted to the Winter and Summer Courts of his certainty that the prince was dead, the Spring Court knew far better. Saddened but hardened with the soils of parenthood, the king and queen refused to reclaim their foolish son and figured that now he could finally get what he had sought for in the first place: freedom.
From there, the prince was found amongst the lot and sold into a town nearby. His beauty even in the form of a plant was widely beheld but never truly appreciated. He was stuffed among the folly of wilted tulips in a local market and stowed into the clearance shelves of grocers that knew not how to care for him. It wasn't until he was purchased by a tearful, young woman that his path was finally rerouted.
In turn, he was regifted... The woman having been a Wiccan who had lost her connection with her familiar and sought professional help. A sage, by the feel of the magic in his palms, who guided her and filled her with enough gratitude as his desperate client. But the prince was no sooner abandoned by this man as he had been others. Sweet, rounded eyes that emitted a cervine feel gazed about the gifted plant in the same awe in which the prince beheld the world around him. He clothed him in kindness in the privacy of his apartment and strengthened him with fresh water and daily kisses by the sun. The boy--- Jungkook, he soon learned--- restored both his strength and his faith in the world until it came a day where he awoke with the boy in the prince's cradled arms instead of the other way around. And just like that, the ties of his spell were severed.
❝ Heralded Bloom: Scarlet Floret. ❞
The prince, it seemed, had broken the spell at the hand of utmost understanding and compassion. By remodelling himself, the curse rendered on the boy he was before had been stricken null and void. His parents, overjoyed that their child had learned his lesson, welcomed him back to the Court without hesitation. However, it seemed the young Prince had fallen under an all new spell entirely: love.
He opted to remain with Jungkook, still convinced that he's much to learn about this world but desirous to do so with the young boy by his side. He rooted himself within the human world, then, fascinated by both the cruelty and redemption of humanity. He developed a magic florist shoppe wherein he could freely employ his wares while helping fellow wielders of magic. The herbs and fauna he cultivated there were of an outstanding variety and allure at the care of the prince's hands. He conjured both a name, Kim Taehyung, and a novel objective that redeemed a purpose for him beyond fulfilling a prophecy.
Within his shoppe, Taehyung is something close to home. He has convinced himself that Jungkook's presence is what endows it with the warmth of one. Smitten and utterly whipped, he almost forgets the vendetta the plants hold against him for nearly abandoning them to return to the Spring Court. They cling to his ankles and climb up his limbs while the older ones seem to be a bit less forgiving. A particularly enormous Venus flytrap grew fond, even, of habitually trying to eat Taehyung if ever he grows careless. But he minds them all the same: with the tender care and enthusiasm of the heralded prince they pined for.
And he's opted out of any option of letting them down again.