- SeongJoong - Fantasy - Mature -
This whole deal seemed like a farce to Seonghwa. His father asked the demon king to hold him 'hostage', just so a fearless knight could show up, defeat his head knight, the dragon hybrid and bring prince Seonghwa ba...
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Seonghwa
"You're doing it wrong." Wooyoung huffed as Yeosang corrected the way he stirred the herbs yet another time.
Seonghwa just sat next to them, watching. He didn't know what else to do with himself, so he decided to go see the warlock and his servant.
Wooyoung was currently crushing herbs, the wrong way. "I'm doing it the same way you did it."
Wooyoung pouted, eyes fixated on the semi crushed herbs in the bowl. "You are not. Step aside. I'll show you. Again."
Yeosang looked way more graceful, as he stirred the content in the bowl, but Seonghwa couldn't see a difference, from the way Wooyoung did it.
"That's exactly what I did." Yeosang sighed, shaking his head. "No. You crushed it like a caveman. You need to be gentle bur firm. If you just crush them like you did, the aroma will just mix as well, and the outcome will be different."
Wooyoung rolled his eyes, probably annoyed to death by now. He really had a problem with his temper, he wasn't the most patient little pixie.
"You do it then." Yeosang looked at him, before he shook his head, obviously amused. "You wanted to learn. You'll learn now. So more stirring, less crushing."
Seonghwa watched them amused, his eyes sometimes traveling to the window where he could see the training grounds just outside.
Yunho was still there, now walking close to Jongho, watching the knights from a close proximity. It looked cute how he followed him around like a little curious puppy and Jongho didn't seemed to mind him too much.
Maybe it was his natural instinct as Seonghwa's guard that he wanted to learn more. "What is this for?" Seonghwa gestured to the bowl, that was almost crushed between Wooyoung's hands by the sheer force he used to hold himself back from crushing.
"Nothing. It's just so he learns how to mix it correctly." Wooyoung put the bowl down rather loudly. "This is for nothing?! I'm doing this for nothing?"
Yeosang simply rolled his eyes. "It's not nothing. This is important. You will get nowhere if you keep doing it wrong!"
Wooyoung gave the bowl a spiteful look. "I'm not doing it wrong!" Seonghwa watched them for a moment, bur figured thus was his que to leave them to it. They won't miss him anyway and he was certain, that this would continue for a while.
He walked out of the room, trying to think of something else to do. He could read a book; they must have something about demonic customs and manners.
He turned around, looking down both hallways. He wasn't so sure where to go. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to remember the way.
The only thing his brain came up with, was the long monolog Mingi gave him while walking past the huge oak door. Something along the lines of Yeosang falling asleep in there, since he is the only one frequenting the room.
