08-31-2018, 12:39 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The stories always lied, something that Cheolmin had learned the hard way. They told of the heroic deeds that others did, but they forgot to mention the cost it came with. Perhaps it was to give hope to others, to make it seem like those who did good were immortal, indestructible... that they scarcely even got scratched during their battles against that which wanted to hurt them. No, the scars were something that all heroes had, whether it be physical or mental... he had both, although he could hardly consider himself a hero (Bahamut begged to differ, but Cheolmin had learned to ignore the compliments, humble in that regard.)
He had been hurt, but his will was strong... and he realized now, upon gazing down at someone who he thought he had lost forever... that there was a lot he needed to teach Hyoyeon about the world and what being a knight truly meant. It was getting in the face of evil and protecting those who they were sworn to protect at all costs. His leg ached at just the thought, although he let a gentle smile form on his features, something so foreign to him when it came to those outside of Bahamut. But Hyoyeon was different, wasn't she? She was his own blood, a tie almost as strong as that between him and his dragon.
She had grown up last time he saw her, but it was impossible to mistake her. She didn't have any scars yet (something he hoped she'd never have), so it was much easier to see that it was her, unlike his own rugged appearance. Underneath the blemishes, however, Cheolmin was still the same old Cheolmin... rough around the edges and a bit more withdrawn then he used to be, but still himself beneath it all.
"Yeon..." he murmured, itching to hug her but seeing her own hesitance in the action and therefore curbing the need. A brief silence spans between them as he judges the weight of her questions, much less charged than it had been when it was Feyre asking as a newfound, brotherly patience fills him, but eventually with a preceding sigh he answers in what he hoped would be enough of an answer for the time being.
"It is... a long story, and I am tired right now. I... I promise I will tell you everything, but right now..." he bit his lip (a childhood quirk he had thought he was over, but apparently not) before turning around to face Bahamut, who was still sitting quietly and watching over him, then back at Hyoyeon and Tiamat, offering them both what he hoped was his best smile. "But right now lets not focus on that, alright? I... god, I missed you Yeon. I searched for you everywhere but," he trailed off into silence, the smile slipping off of his features yet again as his heterochromic gaze turned to the side, downcast.
"We did not find you for a long time... we assumed you both must have perished along the way," Bahamut offered quietly instead as the words were unable to push past Cheolmin's throat, heavy on both his tongue and heart.
He had been hurt, but his will was strong... and he realized now, upon gazing down at someone who he thought he had lost forever... that there was a lot he needed to teach Hyoyeon about the world and what being a knight truly meant. It was getting in the face of evil and protecting those who they were sworn to protect at all costs. His leg ached at just the thought, although he let a gentle smile form on his features, something so foreign to him when it came to those outside of Bahamut. But Hyoyeon was different, wasn't she? She was his own blood, a tie almost as strong as that between him and his dragon.
She had grown up last time he saw her, but it was impossible to mistake her. She didn't have any scars yet (something he hoped she'd never have), so it was much easier to see that it was her, unlike his own rugged appearance. Underneath the blemishes, however, Cheolmin was still the same old Cheolmin... rough around the edges and a bit more withdrawn then he used to be, but still himself beneath it all.
"Yeon..." he murmured, itching to hug her but seeing her own hesitance in the action and therefore curbing the need. A brief silence spans between them as he judges the weight of her questions, much less charged than it had been when it was Feyre asking as a newfound, brotherly patience fills him, but eventually with a preceding sigh he answers in what he hoped would be enough of an answer for the time being.
"It is... a long story, and I am tired right now. I... I promise I will tell you everything, but right now..." he bit his lip (a childhood quirk he had thought he was over, but apparently not) before turning around to face Bahamut, who was still sitting quietly and watching over him, then back at Hyoyeon and Tiamat, offering them both what he hoped was his best smile. "But right now lets not focus on that, alright? I... god, I missed you Yeon. I searched for you everywhere but," he trailed off into silence, the smile slipping off of his features yet again as his heterochromic gaze turned to the side, downcast.
"We did not find you for a long time... we assumed you both must have perished along the way," Bahamut offered quietly instead as the words were unable to push past Cheolmin's throat, heavy on both his tongue and heart.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden