#𝒊. ⊹ ₊ * ‹ naksu mudeok › ‚ 𝐢𝐧𝐭.

[1lvaites]

the dumbest clowns of daeho for @elverkonge​

“  maidservant kim told me you are expected at songrim by tomorrow night.  ”         it’s the first thing she says when she finally spots that familiar silhouette of her pupil,   initially shadowed through the thin layers of the jeontongchangho.    she could feel this body of hers far beyond its limits,   what was it         —         tired ?   exhausted ?    such weak,   tedious reminders of how poor of a vessel she’d found a home in.         “  and i already packed the necessities.  ”         with a lazy kick of her foot,   she nudges the neatly formed sack to the side,   its impact hitting the nearby chair with a dull thud.    arms fold over her chest as she takes a few steps towards him,   gaze squinting with suspicion as she studies his features,         “  why were you out so late ?    i didn’t think you would have to leave so soon,   and now we have no time to further your training.  ”         this,   a double - edged sword         —         they’ve done little to navigate with caution.    she’d helped him as she could,   with songrim in the picture,   how much more use to him could she be ?    it’s a familiar green tint that streaks the depths of her hollow cages,   and she ignores it so.

WOOK + MUDEOK.