Ottoman dagger, 16th c (grip and blade), guard 1774–89, steel, ivory,
The ivory grip is
carved in the manner of objects made for the Ottoman court, blade
inscribed in Turkish and Persian (Ottoman court languages) “I besought a
drink of water from your trenchant dagger, what if but once you should
let me drink, what would you lose? If I thirst, his dagger is not laid
Summary: The Summer Court is an eternal place of warmth and beauty. Deep within this court, past the grass and hills, lies a small cave full of flowers and fresh water. It is this cave, this paradise, which brings you and Yoongi together. Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut || summer faeire au Warning: small scene featuring heat play Word Count: 12,480 (final 2,000 is basically smut) A/N: You do not have to read Trick or True to understand this one however, Jungkook is mentioned in passing. Inspired by the Iron king by Julie Kagawa. All credit for photo goes to the bighit official site.
The very first time you set eyes on Min Yoongi is on a summer day much like any other in the lands of the Summer Court; the sun bares down from its place in the center of the pale, blue sky, it’s rays hot and sweltering yet oddly comforting. Familiar, almost, to those who have grown up and lived each day in this Court of eternal summer.
Like an oasis. Like they are salvation in a territory of blank cruelty. Their kindness and generosity should be shared but protected from those who wish to taint it
Like a home. They are always someone who is associated with comfort and normality, but they are never to be disrespected or abused— because while they stand tall they could easily come crumbling down, broken.
Like a classic book. Their length of wisdom and truth is timeless, be careful when dealing with them. One wrong move could stain their pages forever, and tear at their seams. They should be cared for and their stories should be told to everyone.
Like your old favorite song. They should be remembered and loved by everyone. Just the sound of them should bring joy and nostalgia to people far and near. They have a way of speaking to people- no matter their background.
Like a dagger. Their beauty may be intimidating and seem far away— but close enough their edges are sharp, ready to pierce and defend themselves against all who plan to fight. They are to be sheathed and cared for.
Like a mug. A mug is used to be filled up with liquids to warm your body and quench your thirst, despite the cracks and dents in it. We often look past the signs to fill our own needs. But if you are not careful the one crack could lead to the entire thing shattering. They should be repaired, and loved for all their imperfections as well as their perfections.
Like a piece of glass. If you hurt them, and are lucky enough to be forgiven, just remember — you have a left a crack on their exterior, and it will always be a reminder to them.
Like a fire. Their light should be shielded from the wind— protected and kindled so it can burn brighter and brighter. Their warmth may be soft, but it is not to be taken lightly, because fires can engulf and destroy as well
Like a rare flower. Their beauty may be brilliant, but that doesn't mean they don't need reassurance from time to time that they are incredible and one of a kind.
Like the stars. Even though you only see them occasionally, you know they're constantly there and appreciate their presence and guidance. Their light always a constant reminder that darkness doesn't have to be so lonely after all.
Like a storm. They may be unpredictable and hasty, but if you battle through the hardships and roughness– you will get to the center. And learn that there's nothing to be afraid of after all.
Like a pen. They inspire you and help you channel your creativity, but if you mess up, it leaves a mark that can only fade with time. They should not be taken for granted or left behind when they run out of ink— they should be cherished forever, for getting you through a time when you needed a spark of creativity most.
In the north there is a beauty; surpassing the world, she stands alone. A glance at her, cities fall; another glance, empires collapse. Care not whether cities fall or empires collapse, As it would be difficult to behold such a beauty again.