✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

Flowers perishing

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It had been hours. Hours of looking through the window. Hours of witnessing his own jail. The little hole in the wall wasn't a painting anymore, it was a broken view. And Porchay still looked at it, he was desperately trying to find some beauty back in it. From his room, he could see the garden. The garden he didn't really visit. He walked through, bickered with Prince Kim and they just went inside. It wasn't a miracle. It didn't feel like a mesmerizing moment and view that always made Porchay dream. He loved to be taken away in a floral landscape and to see so much different ones living together. It smelled fresh and peaceful. A soothing community having its own language. Porchay was sure that there was a way for flowers to communicate and he loved to wander, he imaginated, between it. 

The feeling wasn't the same here. He didn't find the same flowers he knew because the countries were different. It was kinda sunny here when it was more rainy for Porchay. He didn't know how to describe it but even if it was colder in his castle he never felt as much cold than being in this one. He was the little snowflake in the middle of a fire, ready to melt at any moves. He could die at any moment. He was on thin ice. Now Porsche would be in the same situation here. He might try to save his brother before saving himself and it worried the younger one. He thought that he was too young for those wars or political struggles. 

All he wanted was a better life for everyone and living softly. It looked like it would never happen again. Something was coming, problems were gathering and Porchay was small. Feeling so small in the middle. Ironically playing the girl made him feel better because he could act. Hide his emotions. He was being another person. Angel. And Angel wouldn't be scared of anything. He decided she was a warrior if she could live in such uncomfortable clothes because Porchay was missing his own. He wanted to run and to jump. He could in this but it was more exhausting and he was already enough tired mentally. How to explain it to Porsche was also making him feel anxious. So Porchay was trying to find a way. He also kinda felt like a child. He missed his mother. Her sweet hands, arms and words. Her wonderful smile and the way they loved their garden. Still looking through the window, the Prince was trying to find back his soothing childhood memories.

"Prince?" A voice said making Porchay jump. He turned around and smile. It was only Yok. "I am here to give you this." She said giving him a paper.

Your brother will arrive soon. Be ready I will come by two hours to give you explaination

Porchay read it and sighed. Couldn't he just come to say it? Couldn't he walk and cooperate? The boy was tired of always being left aside when he was at the center of the problem. He nodded before getting his attention on Yok. "You were here since a moment?"

"Yes, I knocked four times and didn't hear anything...though I know Prince that you could only be here..."

"Mnnnnn... I am sorry..." He sincerely said getting back to his contemplation of the outside world. From another angle, he might get the right and wonderful feeling he was looking for. Yok walked next to him, trying to understand what he was doing. She took the same position and she looked through the window, seeing the pretty garden that always had been on her sight. 

"It's pretty isn't it Prince ?" She asked sweetly.

"It's...not as comforting...as I thought it would always be..." He answered, his voice full of melancholy.

"You miss your own garden?"

"A little... I just miss...I mean flowers can be gorgeous but if the environment is giving you shivers suddenly petals are tainted darkly..."