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gilt.

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it’s rare these days that he isn’t on edge, constantly watching his words, his posture, his every mannerism as to not attract the attention he does not want to receive. perhaps his life had always been like this, carefully constructing an enviable public appearance to appease his father and the masses, but the stakes lately seemed higher than ever. letters in his bedroom haunted his dreams; words hold too much power over the young man.

and yet, in some rare moments such as these, he’s able to relax just a little bit. perhaps lounging around with the next in line for the throne might not have been a typical safe haven, but seonghan trusted jun enough to share his secrets with him, trusted him enough to let his guard down just a little bit. all he asked for in return was the same honesty and straightforwardness.

he sits now, comfortably resting against cushions that were certainly fit for a prince, flitting through a book that had been a gift to his father. from some chinese noble that his father only stayed nice with for the sake of appearances, concertina in binding and ornate in the gaudy way. seonghan’s language skills are rusty, but he admires the perfectly printed characters with a sort of envy. his patience with ink ran too thin these days; it was refreshing to see some beauty on the page rather than threats.

“do you ever wonder,” he ponders out loud, unsure if jun is even listening to him, “how many hours it took one person to become so good at their skill?”

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I wanted to come undone like gold thread, like a tent full of birds.

Sandra Cisneros, One Holy Night (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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