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being educated was not a virtue that minseok possessed , and frankly , he was okay with being illiterate in text - book knowledge . yet , it bothered him somewhat when he was put on the spot like this ; reminding him too much of what school felt like to him . ❛ it was merely a joke . don’t take it too literally . ❜ he commented instead , trying to save the ounce of pride he had left . the curves of her mouth felt taunting , but minseok tried to brush it off his shoulder ; telling himself that this was just banter , and that he oughtn’t take it to heart . ❛ hey , i do deserve some credit for guessing . do spill your secret , though . and i will spill mine . ❜ mimicking her amused expression , the singer simply shrugged at the question . long limbs stretched to shield his eyes from the scorching sun , humming in content at the warmth wrapping around his body . ❛ wishful thinking , i suppose . we all have dreams , do we not ? a serpent king may have power , yes , but it is the knowledge i desire . imagine the history it must know ; then again , knowledge is power . perhaps that is what i lack . ❜
“i’m not i — ” she murmurs, but still cuts the invisible and linen thread of words with utmost sharpness, sensing guilt's tight but just grip around her throat. “maybe i did take it seriously, but it doesn’t hurt to learn something new, does it?” she pushes the topic away with a lackadaisical shrug, and yet her voice is lighter, uncharacteristically softer, void of its usual coldness, and if it were a colour, it would resemble the shades of a freshly-brewed cider. “you do. you’re quite good at guessing, more or less perfect. but in all fairness, i don’t think that i can give you a precise answer. i just know who i’d like to be — so maybe a koschei’s mistress or of some other strange creature, perhaps even a trusted companion, because they always seem to have more fun. hm i guess i’m not that interesting after all,” she concludes and finally laughs, and perhaps the greatest form of bravery is to showcase your own flaws. “of course. dreams are stories we tell ourselves of what could be. it's a sweet little coping mechanism and you do make a nice point about the serpent king, but a beard doesn’t make a philosopher, and just because you’re old doesn’t mean that you’re wise and knowledgeable. i once read that a man learns all his life and dies the day he thinks that he has learnt everything. so why do you seem to be so, let’s say, insecure?”















