Personal Message
+ out of character. [ooc]
--- gmt +8. online almost everyday to update and give short replies, but does mostly the roleplaying on weekends.
--- naturally a semi-para // para writer. can do all types of para and tends to mirror the given reply. hates one-liners and usually does not reply to those. also i do appreciate if you mirror my replies, but if you reply one para to my eight para, i'm going to shove you off a cliff. no really.
--- if you ask for rp, i expect you to start. same way goes for me: if i ask you, i start, unless our plot deems otherwise.
--- i'm open for plotting so just hit me up if you want a cool storyline. (but most of the time i'm braindead so i tend to rely on my partner for ideas lol)
Description
you're just a sad song with nothing to say.
Ironically, the only pleasurable thing to the royalties’ ears was any crackle from fire, or just any kindled warmth, yet Myungsoo seemed to be equating the aura exuded by the snowfall. His unfazed and stern expressions are presumably practiced as expected for a Lannister of high reputation, but for him, it was utterly innate. Leaning his elbows on the marble banister of a grand staircase near a window, he gets to view the entirety of the palace and the expanse beyond it—like every person of nobility living in their stately home, he has that Lannister pride furiously running in his blood. As much as he’d want to plaster a smug expression on his face all the time, there’s always something—always a wee bit of detail—that ruins his act of feigning.
Winter is coming, and Myungsoo is undeniably afraid. Worthy of the responsibility, he repeats in his mind, along with a heavy chest and struggle in breathing. I am worthy of the responsibility.
Winter is coming, and Myungsoo is undeniably afraid. Worthy of the responsibility, he repeats in his mind, along with a heavy chest and struggle in breathing. I am worthy of the responsibility.
