open post || immortal soo-won walks into a bar....

[recrowns]

one.

[wars take a while to go through their process. the same could be said for kingdoms, the creation, the rise, and then - in the occasional rare case, the abdication of the throne. soo-won goes through all these steps now because - by some miracle, by some oddity of a wish, and by some work of whim...

he has the time to do so now.

yet he's not the type of person who remains in one spot. not at all. so perhaps that's why he leaves kouka, he leaves his home - not for long, he'll always return to it every few months, drawn to it like some kind of magnetic force - and explores. for there is a beautiful world out there, and then another beautiful world past that, and yet one more beautiful world past that.

eventually he might find his way into another world. either to see a friend, having announced himself, or out of a neat little surprise. maybe he crosses paths with a familiar face, or there's a work of coincidence and fate when there's a hooded figure in a small tea shop, drinking something that absolutely reeks of flowers.

though to anyone he meets - whose gaze is drawn to him, or whose eyes he locks with - he eventually smiles and moves to remove his hood.]

Hello. Having a good day?

two.

[as long as a world has a place for books, soo-won will be there. whether it be a library, a bookstore, a cozy coffee shop that actually left books scattered more for aesthetic than actually expecting anyone to read, he's tucked away. though it seems like today he's looking for something in particular - which may lead to his hand bumping with another's as they might also be looking through the shelves.]

Oh, I beg your pardon.

[the voice that comes with the apology is gentle, soft, and amused even as a hand comes to the other's shoulder to steady them]

Can I help you reach something?

[friendly remember that soo-won is over six feet tall and it's weird.]

mistletoe.

[similar to the above - soo-won is in a public space, sitting somewhere, deeply immersed in a book. calling out to him may or may not actually succeed in getting attention, it's hard to say. he's wearing reading glasses because that shit's official and -

he has no idea he's under a mistletoe. huh. okay.]

wildcard.

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