cheoljong

[cheoljong]

company was arriving. his wine was too important. another long, slow sip. he took in every taste, every fragrance, and sighed. he finally looked up. there she was. he smiled that smile that had him scrunching his eyes almost shut. in a place of so many strangers and new faces, the familiar ones that once felt dull now feel refreshing. he took another sip while being spoken too. he laughed. he spoke in a groggy, tired, and breathy old way. he sounded like he was recovering from a cold. he sounded the way all men, if lucky, ended up sounding. "no, they just didn't come far enough." he adjusted so he was facing her more, then set his glass down. he stood slowly. his knees cracked and his back would not be straight. he looked for a chair, the best one, and tugged it from where it was. he brushed off any debris or dust, and gestured for her to sit. "come. i know it is a long walk from where they've put you." he had walked from her room to this door-less one enough to know what it can do to one's legs. perhaps her youth made it easier. while walking to the glass, to bring to his queen, he spoke. his back hunched. "did you ever hear what they are bickering about down there? whatever it is, it seems important. until the next thing, of course."

[cheoljong]

cheoljong was no stranger to listening. it had been, since he was a boy, his entire occupation. he loved it. whether it was some small piece of information or an earth shattering announcement, he would take everything in. better, he would remember it all. best, he had learned to not judge it. so he sat, not to advise or pay attention to his own people, but to whoever would say whatever. he was not picky. his eyes had learned well from the ears. they darted as soon as he saw a new girl. immediately he assumed something was different. she was not as loud as the other girls and did not participate in their conversation. without thinking, he stood, and went to her. "dutchess, please forgive my rudeness. i am the royal advisor to èdouard royal family. we are french." he put his hand on his chest. he was proud. "you are from the russian family. how shall i address you?"

[cheoljong]

open to you!

warm, dark burgundy, mulled wine in a foreign glass. it was beautiful, found a way to match the decor of the castle, and held a sweet nectar. he lifted the glass to his lips and sipped. he cherished his tenth, or more, taste. the warmth ran down his chest and slept in his stomach. he relaxed back into his chair. across the hallway, he could hear quite a discussion. at first he sat up to listen, but it was too far away, and moving quickly may have made his wine cold. he sat, instead, in a, aside from the bickering across the way, quiet room. the walls were tall and dark. somehow the windows, even taller. they stretched over the night's landscape. the stars and moon lit up the room. there were windows, but were no doors. it seemed to be a sort of room just meant for sitting after taking a long walk down the hall. so, there he sat, enjoying himself completely. he barely lifted his eyes when he heard a pair of footsteps in the hall. they tapped the floor loudly, a striking difference in tone to the dull argument elsewhere. @royalhqzstart

[cheoljong]

✧ .・゜゜intro

(paul sun-hyung lee, he/him, 51) announcing [ CHEOLJONG JOLY ],the [ ROYAL ADVISOR ] of [ FRANCE ]. people would describe them as a [ SOLDIER ], maybe that is why they are [ NEUTRAL ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ parchment, milk and cookies, and dim lighting ]. @royalhqzstart

hello, all! my name is leaf and my brand new muse is cheoljong! i haven't written on tumblr for a long time, maybe more than a year, so i am super excited to get back into the swing of things! below i've put some info about him and please let me know if y'all wanna plot smth! name: cheojong joly age: 51 gender: cis male pronouns: he/him character inspo: guinan (star trek), uncle iroh (atla), santa clause title: royal advisor specialty: sensitivity quick bio! he grew up in the woods outside of the main french village/town. he found out when he was a young teen that he was apparently a citizen of france, but his mother was not. he never found out why. he got older and learned to read and write, writing everything and anything down. he became a documentarian, then a historian, and now has worked his way to royal advisor for the royal french family. he always wanted to have children of his own, but was never able to. this still breaks his heart as he recently began to believe that due to his age, he would never be able to have a child of his own.