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writetomyheart2019-05-10 07:50 pm
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[team three] (untitled royalty au)
Profuse apologies for being late. 🙇🙇🙇
"We need your help," Juri yelled as the door opened for him, struggling to be heard through the drumming of the rain and the occasional roar of thunder, while trying to hold up another person, nearly slumped by his side. The cloaked person raised his head, exposing a beautiful face framed with blond hair, and almond-shaped eyes that were dimmed with the vulnerability of a sick man.
Hokuto found himself staring straight at his supposed target, Kyomoto Taiga. Taiga, the only son and the crown prince of a far-flung, yet largely influential kingdom. Before he could add more to that train of thought, and before he could question his own motive, he dared think, "Well, what do we have here?" barely remembering not to give voice to such thoughts. He opened the door, wider this time, and made his way to help the two into his shack.
He didn’t mind getting rainwater into his hair, or onto his clothes, not with this sudden turn of events which made it easier to get to his target. He added firewood to the hearth to get the room to warm faster, while leading the two further inside.
“Thank you,” Juri said, gratitude filling his voice. His pink hair was stuck in strange places as he helped Taiga out of his cloak, both of them shaking.
The process was slow, and Hokuto saw Juri’s own lips taking on a dangerous shade of blue as he handed them some towels to substitute for their soaked up cloaks.
“I’ve prepared the bath, I’m sure you’ll need it after being in the rain for so long,” Hokuto volunteered, going full-blast good samaritan.
Taiga wasn’t able to speak, teeth chattering with the cold, but his gaze reflected the same gratitude in Juri’s words.
…
Hokuto made his move once his two “guests” were settled into the spare room he luckily had. Hokuto crept up to the bed, on the side where he saw Taiga lay down, and began to lift the blankets.
"Keep trying," a man whispered, venom practically dripping into every word, then suddenly there was the needle-thin point of a knife poised at Hokuto's neck. He swallowed, and as his throat bobbed up at the motion, he felt the end of the weapon come dangerously close. The motion eventually broke skin and a trickle of blood began to flow down Hokuto’s neck. Hokuto looked at the knife, his gaze following the pale hand holding it up, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“You didn’t seem the type to actually kill people,” Hokuto dared to speak, trying to buy himself time. He knew he could easily break free, could easily overpower the prince, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead of a fight, Hokuto wanted to talk to the prince some more.
“No, but neither am I the type to get killed without a fight,” Taiga snapped back, his hand on the weapon steady. “Now, we could end this the easy way or the hard way,” he continued, “but I assure you, it won’t end in your favor.”
Hokuto’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline, fully intrigued now. “What’s got you so worked up?” Hokuto couldn’t stop himself from asking, because he knew from the sound of Taiga’s voice that he didn't fear for his life.
“That’s actually none of your business,” Taiga replied, managing to sound annoyed while evading the question. “Better start talking instead of asking me nonsense questions.”
“Kyomo?” Juri spoke up, searching for the prince, voice bleary from the time he spent asleep. He held out a hand, reaching for Taiga, only to find the side of the bed empty. The lump under the blankets turned out to be the pink-haired man, chest bared and with a suspicious mark on his collarbones. Hokuto’s eyebrows raised a notch further at the revelation, a knowing smile forming on his lips.
“Good morning, lover boy,” Hokuto greeted Juri, blatantly forgetting that he was at knife-point. “Thank the prince for saving your life.”
Your turn,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kira_shadow.
"We need your help," Juri yelled as the door opened for him, struggling to be heard through the drumming of the rain and the occasional roar of thunder, while trying to hold up another person, nearly slumped by his side. The cloaked person raised his head, exposing a beautiful face framed with blond hair, and almond-shaped eyes that were dimmed with the vulnerability of a sick man.
Hokuto found himself staring straight at his supposed target, Kyomoto Taiga. Taiga, the only son and the crown prince of a far-flung, yet largely influential kingdom. Before he could add more to that train of thought, and before he could question his own motive, he dared think, "Well, what do we have here?" barely remembering not to give voice to such thoughts. He opened the door, wider this time, and made his way to help the two into his shack.
He didn’t mind getting rainwater into his hair, or onto his clothes, not with this sudden turn of events which made it easier to get to his target. He added firewood to the hearth to get the room to warm faster, while leading the two further inside.
“Thank you,” Juri said, gratitude filling his voice. His pink hair was stuck in strange places as he helped Taiga out of his cloak, both of them shaking.
The process was slow, and Hokuto saw Juri’s own lips taking on a dangerous shade of blue as he handed them some towels to substitute for their soaked up cloaks.
“I’ve prepared the bath, I’m sure you’ll need it after being in the rain for so long,” Hokuto volunteered, going full-blast good samaritan.
Taiga wasn’t able to speak, teeth chattering with the cold, but his gaze reflected the same gratitude in Juri’s words.
…
Hokuto made his move once his two “guests” were settled into the spare room he luckily had. Hokuto crept up to the bed, on the side where he saw Taiga lay down, and began to lift the blankets.
"Keep trying," a man whispered, venom practically dripping into every word, then suddenly there was the needle-thin point of a knife poised at Hokuto's neck. He swallowed, and as his throat bobbed up at the motion, he felt the end of the weapon come dangerously close. The motion eventually broke skin and a trickle of blood began to flow down Hokuto’s neck. Hokuto looked at the knife, his gaze following the pale hand holding it up, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“You didn’t seem the type to actually kill people,” Hokuto dared to speak, trying to buy himself time. He knew he could easily break free, could easily overpower the prince, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead of a fight, Hokuto wanted to talk to the prince some more.
“No, but neither am I the type to get killed without a fight,” Taiga snapped back, his hand on the weapon steady. “Now, we could end this the easy way or the hard way,” he continued, “but I assure you, it won’t end in your favor.”
Hokuto’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline, fully intrigued now. “What’s got you so worked up?” Hokuto couldn’t stop himself from asking, because he knew from the sound of Taiga’s voice that he didn't fear for his life.
“That’s actually none of your business,” Taiga replied, managing to sound annoyed while evading the question. “Better start talking instead of asking me nonsense questions.”
“Kyomo?” Juri spoke up, searching for the prince, voice bleary from the time he spent asleep. He held out a hand, reaching for Taiga, only to find the side of the bed empty. The lump under the blankets turned out to be the pink-haired man, chest bared and with a suspicious mark on his collarbones. Hokuto’s eyebrows raised a notch further at the revelation, a knowing smile forming on his lips.
“Good morning, lover boy,” Hokuto greeted Juri, blatantly forgetting that he was at knife-point. “Thank the prince for saving your life.”
Your turn,
kira_shadow.