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<<April>>
Jimin's been sitting at the window for the past forty minutes at least, staring into nothing but the deep blue sky. He's not amazed by the show, nothing can compare the sight of the sky on his eighteenth birthday, he's just looking without a reason, not even thinking. That's what happens to Jimin when he's Agàpe and he's alone. He does nothing, he barely breaths even, as if not to disrupt the silence surrounding him.
It's already the second day of April, and in Kafto the weather only seems to be getting hotter and hotter in Jimin's opinion. The Prince, as just said, is still stuck in Giselle's house, but only for another week, then he'll be going home. Exchange of correspondence to and from Jungkook became an habit that Jimin likes a lot, it's a nice ritual for him when he sits at his desk and starts writing down, knowing that his friend will read it and, even for a bit, think about him. That's because he's of course unaware that all Jungkook does is think about him, that is.
So it's now late evening, around nine, and Jimin is already undressed thanks to Siwon, ready for bed in his night gown and night robe, but before the end of the day, the Prince thought of replying to Jungkook's last letter, which he received two days prior. Of course The Aether was very eager to reply back, but he just thought that making Jungkook wait would make him look uninterested, like he has a lot of things to do instead of replying, which of course he does, he hardly ever has spare time for himself, but he'd gladly cut out a bit of it to write to Jungkook. He'd also write to Taehyung if the Prince wasn't mad at him for not having told him about Siwon. Not to mention that Taehyung is occupied with his work at the castle. Jimin only writes to Jungkook and to his own mother.
Anyway Jimin takes a seat, straightens the paper on the table, takes his fountain pen and dips it in the blue ink, then he starts writing. After a bit that he's into it, there's a gentle knocking sound at the door that interrupts the Prince's flow of written words, so he closes his eyes and sighs, placing the item down. He waits for the ambassador to announce his guest, but the notice never comes, so he gets up, the chair screeching a bit on the parquet. Jimin, in his Agàpe form, likes this kind of pavement better, because wood is way warmer than the marble at home, and that's exactly why every single room in this part of the nation are in parquet, because Agàpe prefer it. Eros wouldn't be able to live surrounded by wood, that'd be just crazy.
The Prince quickly slips in his fluffy, comfy slippers, heading to open up, still wondering why no one announced this guest. Ahead of his room there's Giselle, her too in her night gown. The male sighs again, looking around for any sign of his guards or ambassador, but there's no one
>>Good evening?<<
He mumbles questioning, as she looks a bit fidgety, anxious, even if her expression it's not betraying her feelings. She walks a step closer, looking around warily, then whispers
