"Would you like a cup of tea? Mother said it is a drink with medicinal properties,"





Chanyeol vaguely remembers Baekhyun barely looking over at him while the prince of Salvire busies himself with the unique looking porcelain ware; fair, slender fingers picking up a couple of dried leaves and placing them in an empty porcelain kettle. Chanyeol wasn't too sure what Baekhyun had been doing at that time, but he couldn't help himself as he approached the shorter prince, and placing a peck with his lips on the side of Baekhyun's jaw. 


 

{ 
             
             Tinted lips on tainted skin,
             Freshly powdered covering bruises 
             Voices reverberating within calls it truces.

Silent words hung in the air,
As he gapes for more to share.




             One charm tends to do it all,
             A child conceived brings them to their knees,
             For it was whispered to the Salix trees,
             And known to their castles, broken they be.
                                                                                             }

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