In A Relationship With: Ciel Takuma

"You are my fantasy on a cold dark night, my muse during the light of day and the one wish my soul would make."

Grace Willows

 

† Ciel 5 hours ago Reply

I- in case. Anyone thought that, I was well, dating Brandon. /clears his throat, clearly struggling to find the words to continue with. I belong to Jaewook, and Jaewook only. He’s my master, and I love the way he uses me for his own enjoyment. I love how generous he was to buy me a collar, and I’m very proud to wear it- /once again, almost chokes on his words, keeping his eyes on the floor but his voice clear before looking back to Jaewook hopelessly for approval. And I love being his personal toy.

 

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

I will let you be my husband, Jaewook. On the condition that we train one of our future dogs to carry the rings

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

I mean like-- If you'll let me be your husband and stuff.

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

I want to.

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

Unless you don't want to?

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

I want to.

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

…? You were?

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

Not- kidding about marrying you. Do that. Unless you don’t want to?

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

Notthatiwasreadytoproposeoranythingsoitsokay

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

Crosses his arms, clearing his throat as well and looking to the ceiling.

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

He cleared his throat and awkwardly pretended to tie his shoe instead.

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

We did speak about marriage.

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

Unless you want to? I don’t know.

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

Oh.

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

That have better been to me, lovely--

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

I’m- kidding. Don’t.

† Jaewook [SH] 2 hours ago Reply 

Excuse me--

† Kujo [H] 2 hours ago Reply

Make me your wife. Smh

Jaewook grew up in an affluent, but loving family. His mother was a criminal prosecutor and his father a prominent ballet instructor, a former acclaimed danseur himself. As Jaewook grew up into a brilliant and well-spoken young man, his mother had hoped he would take after her and become a lawyer himself. Jaewook, however, had always leaned into the artistic tendencies of his father and found a love of piano. Even into his early pre-teen years he'd managed to win several competitions. His future as a piano virtuoso looked bright. An accident and broken hand later, however and those dreams came to an end. While his hand recovered after months of healing and therapy, the was never quite the same. He could still play, but he could no longer sustain the long rehearsal sessions required of him to stay atop his instrument. And so, with forced reluctance, the young teenager began to focus away from his artistic dreams.

Jaewook hated the idea of becoming a lawyer, nothing disgusted him more until midway through his middle school career. He could still remember that day. It was the first day of spring and he'd been reveling in the death of winter. His attention had been focused on the blooming flowers outside the window and then he'd heard the teacher call his name. He prepared to answer whatever question was on the board only to be met with an officer standing at the door. Why was there an officer at the door? He lost touch with reality, a sensation that wouldn't vanish for years. His mother was dead. Murdered. A revenge killing from one of the men she'd put behind bars during her long career.

Jaewook no longer hated law. No. He wanted justice. Not only for his mother, but for others who'd met their fate at the hands of bad actors. The young man through himself into his studies with invigorated gusto, his father a constant, gentle support, hurt, but refusing to allow the loss of his wife to turn him into an absent father. Jaewook entered law school and since then he's been working tirelessly, not for career or money, but to help those that are put in his path. With the loss of his mother, he'd managed to develop a need for control and perfectionism, all to cope with just how lost he'd felt after she'd passed away. So much did he throw himself into his work that everything became secondary, even romance, as evidenced by a series of failed relationships. It is only now, years later, that he's even considered slowing down, the club a first step.