That the bulgae found their way to an Unseelie prince feels natural. It feels right. But it also feels very wrong and like a lateral move at best. They were cast out the World of Darkness only to fall in with a people who preside over the dark, cold half of this world's year. They traded in darkness only to remain in darkness. But they also left a king and found themselves with a prince. A prince who loves them and cares for them. A prince who they love very much. Kellan is kind and decent. He's everything. As for their king? Well, they loved him too but he didn't love them back. They were pets to him. They were guard dogs. They were status symbols. Their king had little concern for how much they suffered while dutifully trying to fetch the sun and moon for him.
But Kellan, he loves them. He cares for them. He seems to grow concerned if either of them show even the smallest signs of discomfort. He's there for both of them and he loves them. Real love. The kind that they'd both been missing from their lives. Though he may never ask it of either of them, they would do absolutely anything for him. They chose the darkness for him. And they would do it again.
Sumin sticks closer to Kellan as they walk, but Suho? Not quite as close. He eagerly bounces from vendor to vendor, asking questions about their selections of food and drink to show interest. And to figure out what he might take back to Kellan for him to try. And Sumin, of course.
Always Sumin. Especially after he let Suho talk him into letting Yileana dress the both of them for the festivities. Suho never minds it so much but, while Sumin allows it, it's one of his least favourite things. Suho thought it might be a nice idea, though. It would make her happy, thus making Kellan happy and all it would mean is just a few hours of discomfort for Sumin. Suho would even go first so Yileana could do any fasion experimentation on him, and then she could just copy it to Sumin! The only request was that they would have some similarities to their Kellan.
They're both in pants and jackets that bear a striking resemblance to Kellan's beautiful robe, though Suho's is pitch back, making the crystals and beads look like a field of stars, and Sumin's is a deep red, giving the illusion of a blazing sun. Their masks, too, reflect the day and night motif. Suho's being an ornate wire mask of the moon and Sumin's being of the sun.
Suho hops back to his brother and their lover, taking Kellan's hand in his. "I love this time of the year, don't you? This day, specifically. I think it's my favourite."
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But Kellan, he loves them. He cares for them. He seems to grow concerned if either of them show even the smallest signs of discomfort. He's there for both of them and he loves them. Real love. The kind that they'd both been missing from their lives. Though he may never ask it of either of them, they would do absolutely anything for him. They chose the darkness for him. And they would do it again.
Sumin sticks closer to Kellan as they walk, but Suho? Not quite as close. He eagerly bounces from vendor to vendor, asking questions about their selections of food and drink to show interest. And to figure out what he might take back to Kellan for him to try. And Sumin, of course.
Always Sumin. Especially after he let Suho talk him into letting Yileana dress the both of them for the festivities. Suho never minds it so much but, while Sumin allows it, it's one of his least favourite things. Suho thought it might be a nice idea, though. It would make her happy, thus making Kellan happy and all it would mean is just a few hours of discomfort for Sumin. Suho would even go first so Yileana could do any fasion experimentation on him, and then she could just copy it to Sumin! The only request was that they would have some similarities to their Kellan.
They're both in pants and jackets that bear a striking resemblance to Kellan's beautiful robe, though Suho's is pitch back, making the crystals and beads look like a field of stars, and Sumin's is a deep red, giving the illusion of a blazing sun. Their masks, too, reflect the day and night motif. Suho's being an ornate wire mask of the moon and Sumin's being of the sun.
Suho hops back to his brother and their lover, taking Kellan's hand in his. "I love this time of the year, don't you? This day, specifically. I think it's my favourite."