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Thirty Nine: Testing

A/N: hi everyone!

long time no see--

if you haven't already, check out another story i put up recently 

called 

the REMODELER (k.th + j.jk)

it has nothing to do with Noirwood lol

anygay, another day another nickel 

love u all,

izzy

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Florian crossed his arms.

The weather was chilly in the late sun. He pulled his long coat tighter against his skin, but nothing could push the cold out of his body. He had just put Eonjin to sleep with a chaste kiss to the forehead. She had cried again for the hundredth time. He had told her it was alright...

Once again.

When it really wasn't.

The couple was childless. There were temporary leaders installed into each of their positions because they could not put up with appearances. They became isolated...and Eonjin was falling deeper into despair. Florian couldn't bear to see it all happen. He needed the fresh air. 

A bird cawed above head. Florian watched its wings will a dull ache burying itself at the bottom of his heart. 

Eonjin had cheated on him with Jimin. He had lied to her about his identity.

Who was at fault?

Jihoon's son sighed. He leaned more of his weight into the castle wall and blandly stared at the nighttime as its many creatures woke up around him. Bats flitted to fetch their food, mice ran rampant underground in the tunnels, snakes ducked around rocks to swallow those pesky mice whole.

Florian stood around. He listened. Even though he was no where near his wife, he felt he could still hear her crying ceaselessly into the pillow, hair tangled, eyes puffy-

"Stop! Just fucking stop!"

He winced at how loud his anger brought him to speak out. Glad to be alone in the secluded backside of the castle, he let out another large puff of air. A hand of his swam up to his head to rub circles at his temples. It was too much.

Pushing himself off the wall, he walked farther out into the dark. The light was all but out of the sky completely, only a drizzle of the sun's tired glow allowed him to see the path leading to the garden. He stumbled along, half drunk from fatigue and half uncoordinated from mental duress.

The animals parted for the prince. Although he didn't sense them shy away from him, he didn't miss how silent it got the farther away he walked from the castle.

Almost too silent...

The animals, however, sensed a different presence. Something dark...something that they would never wish to intercept. 

Something...demonic.

Florian's teeth chattered against a brush of wind on his forehead. His fingers were losing feeling in the brisk cold, but he didn't care. Numbness was better than the horrid feelings he was experiencing now.

His green eyes swept over the beds of roses in the royal gardens, dedicated to the late human Park Jimin.  Florian grew annoyed at every red flower that he passed, reminded of the damned demon and everything that he had done. Florian scoffed at the plaque dedicated in Jimin's name.