minors dni. proship dni.
he chuckles a little.
" perhaps it's just the cold. "
still staring ... is that blood on the back of his hand?
" mizi said .. that they were dressing up and that i should play. "
gritting his teeth.
" what's the matter with your NOSE ?! "
" that's not something you'd typically wear. "
rubbing nose.
he chuckles a little.
" perhaps it's just the cold. "
still staring ... is that blood on the back of his hand?
" that's not something you'd typically wear. "
rubbing nose.
" THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT ‼️"
looks down.
covers himself with his arms as if he were a maiden.
" that's not something you'd typically wear. "
rubbing nose.
but for ivan, that wasn’t the case. he wanted to see every bit of how far he could take till’s emotions, especially if he were to add mizi into the mix. while he was right in assuming ivan was a liar …
his heart was worn on his sleeve.
every single emotion he felt was shown honest and in full ..
a human capable of such a feat wasn't appreciated in anakt.
it was made quite apparent with most of the days he returned to the garden full of fresh bruises and cuts.
+
he’s pulled down from his higher position — emotionless stare growing into a cheeky smirk the moment he realized exactly what was going on. that was the aggression he was looking for …
he let out a soft chuckle as he’d be threatened, showing he was once again making a joke of him.
but for ivan, that wasn’t the case. he wanted to see every bit of how far he could take till’s emotions, especially if he were to add mizi into the mix. while he was right in assuming ivan was a liar …
his eyes trail to her shape behind him — attempting to get a look at the braid from behind … but no luck. he just has to have faith that it looks fine.
even if it looked bad, he probably wouldn’t tell her.
“ but … what if you ( had ) to pick one? “
he’d joke, smirk returning.
she huffs defiantly, finally securing the end of the braid with a pin.
" you never said anything about just choosing one,
so i choose both ! "
she nudges his head forward with her knuckles.
" should word your questions wiiisely ! " ✨
he’d pipe up, as she’d stammer out her own forms of damage control. ivan certainly knew how she felt, but mizi would never ever say such horrible things to her friends …
even if ivan wouldn’t take any offense to it.
“ you know that ( i ) know you’d vote for sua.
don’t you? “
his eyes trail to her shape behind him — attempting to get a look at the braid from behind … but no luck. he just has to have faith that it looks fine.
even if it looked bad, he probably wouldn’t tell her.
“ but … what if you ( had ) to pick one? “
he’d joke, smirk returning.
he’s pulled down from his higher position — emotionless stare growing into a cheeky smirk the moment he realized exactly what was going on. that was the aggression he was looking for …
he let out a soft chuckle as he’d be threatened, showing he was once again making a joke of him.
finally, he snaps taking the rich white fabric
that sits too comfortably on Ivan's chest into
his hands, stretching the threads with such a rough grip.
" don't you ever think for a second i'd make a joke
out of her feelings .. "
he's drawn himself close,
seething with irritation.
+
he’s pulled down from his higher position — emotionless stare growing into a cheeky smirk the moment he realized exactly what was going on. that was the aggression he was looking for …
he let out a soft chuckle as he’d be threatened, showing he was once again making a joke of him.
he’d pipe up, as she’d stammer out her own forms of damage control. ivan certainly knew how she felt, but mizi would never ever say such horrible things to her friends …
even if ivan wouldn’t take any offense to it.
“ you know that ( i ) know you’d vote for sua.
don’t you? “
ah, the people pleaser answer.
mizi would never give a response that'd potentially
hurt a dear friend's feelings.
" y-you don't have to compare ! " 💦
gently dissuading Ivan from the topic.
that shut eyed, catlike smile returns. the faux - prince definitely put her in the hot seat with that question, even though he already knew the answer to his own question.
after all, the point wasn't to get the answer, but to see how she responds to the question.
" i can handle it. " ✨
he’d pipe up, as she’d stammer out her own forms of damage control. ivan certainly knew how she felt, but mizi would never ever say such horrible things to her friends …
even if ivan wouldn’t take any offense to it.
“ you know that ( i ) know you’d vote for sua.
don’t you? “
he’s catching on. let’s see if he’s calling his bluff, or if he’s truly onto him. not that he’d mind that …
it was his intention to rile him up, anyhow. if he got mad at him, then it’d just be part of the fun.
“ do you think mizi’s feelings are funny? “
head tilt.
“ i misjudged you … “
" s-so a flower crown, a brand new song ..
i don't think i can give her anything else. "
the idea that he didn't have enough to make amends
was sickening hi -
" mizi. angry ? "
and he did nothing recently to do it ?
...
head turn.
" so.
you think you're so 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘. "
he’s catching on. let’s see if he’s calling his bluff, or if he’s truly onto him. not that he’d mind that …
it was his intention to rile him up, anyhow. if he got mad at him, then it’d just be part of the fun.
“ do you think mizi’s feelings are funny? “
head tilt.
“ i misjudged you … “
that shut eyed, catlike smile returns. the faux - prince definitely put her in the hot seat with that question, even though he already knew the answer to his own question.
after all, the point wasn't to get the answer, but to see how she responds to the question.
" i can handle it. " ✨
cat certainly caught her 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦.
her eyes quickly veer away from the 'prince'
in order to avoid facing him with the rampant
flood of emotions coursing through her.
" asking me to measure something like that is unfair ! "
Mizi has 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 been an open book.
he has his answer.
that shut eyed, catlike smile returns. the faux - prince definitely put her in the hot seat with that question, even though he already knew the answer to his own question.
after all, the point wasn't to get the answer, but to see how she responds to the question.
" i can handle it. " ✨
he'd say, expression unwavering from his nonchalant smile. it was always so refreshing to get him riled up … he almost hoped till would find out he was lying, just to see that reaction, too.
" after all, have you ever seen mizi angry?
you really screwed up. "
" you're right ! doing something for her to trust me again ..
oh ! maybe a new song .. if i write something good enough,
it'll brighten her day !
something upbeat and cheery ..
or maybe i can try and make her a flower crown ! "
he'd say, expression unwavering from his nonchalant smile. it was always so refreshing to get him riled up … he almost hoped till would find out he was lying, just to see that reaction, too.
" after all, have you ever seen mizi angry?
you really screwed up. "
his idle smirk grew a little, before he’d reassure her.
“ no, that’s not happening.
but … i suppose i just don’t like fake attention. i prefer the eyes of those i’m used to. “
she comes to realize she's nearly done with her work.
" you don't like it ?
all those nice clothes and so many
seigyeins want you to model for them ..
but maybe you're right.
if you become too popular ,
you'll get too busy to hang out with me .. "
𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒.
he can’t help but chuckle, listening to her rambling on … especially after she falls into a trance.
“ hey. “
he snapped, getting her attention again.
“ don’t you think this dark prince is popular enough? maybe short hair would be better, then … “
expecting her to protest.
his idle smirk grew a little, before he’d reassure her.
“ no, that’s not happening.
but … i suppose i just don’t like fake attention. i prefer the eyes of those i’m used to. “
his eyes widen a little hearing that from till … before they narrow again, smug look returning.
how could he keep this going … ?
“ well …
perhaps you should think about what you could do for mizi, instead. “
he almost seems happy to tell him that.
“ but don’t blow my cover. “
as if they were still children ,
he grabs onto Ivan's sleeve and holds him to prevent
him leaving with this forbidden knowledge.
" i won't blow your cover .. just give me a hint !
it won't kill you ..
what do i gotta do for it ?! "
( he's pathetic. )
his eyes widen a little hearing that from till … before they narrow again, smug look returning.
how could he keep this going … ?
“ well …
perhaps you should think about what you could do for mizi, instead. “
he almost seems happy to tell him that.
“ but don’t blow my cover. “
he can’t help but chuckle, listening to her rambling on … especially after she falls into a trance.
“ hey. “
he snapped, getting her attention again.
“ don’t you think this dark prince is popular enough? maybe short hair would be better, then … “
expecting her to protest.
𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 .. the 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 of anakt . "
her fantasy runs free in her mind ,
but she understands what he's saying.
" oh, right. it was .. beautiful. "
when he brings up sua's old hair,
it's almost like she falls into a trance.
he's lost her. 💧
he thinks a moment.
“ well, i suppose not … as long as it’s nice and well kempt.
but i think having too long of hair would be too big a shock, wouldn’t you? “
he chuckles, recalling something.
“ remember when sua grew her hair out? “
till was literally quivering.
he can’t help but chuckle, listening to her rambling on … especially after she falls into a trance.
“ hey. “
he snapped, getting her attention again.
“ don’t you think this dark prince is popular enough? maybe short hair would be better, then … “
expecting her to protest.
he thinks a moment.
“ well, i suppose not … as long as it’s nice and well kempt.
but i think having too long of hair would be too big a shock, wouldn’t you? “
he chuckles, recalling something.
“ remember when sua grew her hair out? “
till was literally quivering.
she exclaims, accidentally tugging the center strand she holds.
" i mean .. you always look so good.
you're like a 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚. "
hands go back to weaving the stems between the black threads.
" do you have a personal preference ? "
“ oh?
i thought it’d look better short. “
he thinks a moment.
“ well, i suppose not … as long as it’s nice and well kempt.
but i think having too long of hair would be too big a shock, wouldn’t you? “
he chuckles, recalling something.
“ remember when sua grew her hair out? “
till was literally quivering.
“ oh?
i thought it’d look better short. “
" ivan, your hair is getting long ..
i think you should keep it like that !
it's pretty ! " ✨
“ oh?
i thought it’d look better short. “
his prideful yet terrified reaction was fueling this white lie of his … he’d have let him off the hook, if he didn’t buy into it.
but now, ivan would keep it going as long as till let him.
“ after all, then she’d know i told you about it.
i think i’ve said enough … “
wait wait wait wait .
she told Ivan 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 to not tell him ?
why all of a sudden was he getting singled out ?!
" no, you're 𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. "
his words trembled ;
it's more of a refusal to accept that reality
rather than accuse the other.
" was she mad ? you can at least tell me that ! "
his prideful yet terrified reaction was fueling this white lie of his … he’d have let him off the hook, if he didn’t buy into it.
but now, ivan would keep it going as long as till let him.
“ after all, then she’d know i told you about it.
i think i’ve said enough … “
he’d call his bluff — although was it a bluff, or a way of comforting himself on the traumatizing matter of mizi having other companions?
hard to say.
“ in fact, mizi told me not to tell you.
so … i won’t. “
of course he’s lying to rile him up. but … till is gullible.
he nearly imploded on a singular word alone —
what does ivan mean, s e c r e t s ?
what is she confiding in him ?
it’s not fair !
“ w-well, it’s probably something i already know — you’re not special.”
he lies, desperately trying to keep his cool.
“ so. you could say it anyway.”
yes, he was.
“ you know, i don’t spill secrets like that, till … “
secrets? with mizi? how dare he.
he’d call his bluff — although was it a bluff, or a way of comforting himself on the traumatizing matter of mizi having other companions?
hard to say.
“ in fact, mizi told me not to tell you.
so … i won’t. “
of course he’s lying to rile him up. but … till is gullible.
yes, he was.
“ you know, i don’t spill secrets like that, till … “
secrets? with mizi? how dare he.
at me while you were talking to MIZI. ”
folds his arms.
( hmph. )
“ what were you telling her, huh ? “ 💢
“ oh? but you approached me. “ ✨
yes, he was.
“ you know, i don’t spill secrets like that, till … “
secrets? with mizi? how dare he.
“ oh? but you approached me. “ ✨
“ oh? but you approached me. “ ✨