TOMORROW. oneshots

RAVEN'S FOLLY. hyunho

Raven's Folly
(Hyunjin + Minho)
Wordcount: 2606
Status: ohoho
Genre: get wreckt
(royalty. Kinda.)
Notes: soooooo it might
not be great but this
is the first thing I've
really been able to write
in so long so I may cry

content warning!! death

The token jet black of a raven has many thoughts associated with its presence. Wisdom, affection, healing... and death. Some say the raven was born of primordial darkness; others believe that it brings light.

Dressed in dark clothing, it was all too easy for Minho to slip into the castle grounds. He made quick work of the lawn, cutting across its clipped grass with the utmost care. The last thing he wanted to do was raise an uproar within the castle. Not yet.

Footprints being spotted among their supposed high security lockdown of the grounds would surely bring chaos that could be potentially harmful. Minho glanced longingly at the gardens. Hyacinths glowed in the moonlight not yet concealed by the looming towers.

They were the prince's favorite.

In the near distance, the laughter of guards made him look away. Not at the sky, yet. Minho's gaze was directed downwards. His feet, so unburdened by the weight everyone else seemed to struggle against, refused to carry him forward -- refused to take him to the tower.

The prince is waiting.

Minho jerked his head skyward, the quarter moon shining above. Eyes wide, he neglected to acknowledge the tears burning behind them. Instead, he spun around, hurrying toward the garden on quiet feet. It was essential he not be discovered.

Not tonight.

Minho reached the gardens and hid, back pressed against a trimmed bush. His traitorous eyes found their way to where he'd heard the guards.

Find me.

He screwed his eyes shut. He could not afford to think such things.

Stop me.

Minho knocked himself to the ground, falling on his hands and knees at the foot of the bush. No noise came of it, and he could not decide how to feel about that. Don't feel. It would be easier. He flattened himself to the soil -- just another shadow among many. The grass tickled his nose, but Minho did not react. It was a welcome distraction.

The hyacinths were right before him, grown neat and pretty. This particular section of the garden could be seen from the prince's window. He reached his arm out, fingertips nearly brushing the stem.

"Prince Hyunjin tried to speak in the war meeting earlier, I heard."

Guards.

Minho froze.

A hearty laugh. The other guard joined him, and darkness mimicking the clothes he wore coiled in Minho's stomach. Were they mocking the prince?

"He tried to speak in defense of Nekane!"

The coil tightened. His fingers clenched around nothing, still inches from the flower stalk.

"Why?"

"He seems to think an armistice would do both sides well."

Their voices were fading, getting further out of reach. A carnal scream was building in Minho's chest, longing for an outlet and hoping some good would come of it. That someone would crush his hand against the flowerbed and foil the night's plans. But the guards were drawing away.