The knockout had come when Raizel had turned his head towards her, looking questionable, and Frankenstein had not even noticed it, too busy talking to him with an anxious voice of treatment and rest.
Completely ignoring the woman left alone with her broken flower. But even when Raizel had assured his servant that he was fine, Frankenstein had remained with him with a troubled look. She had not pitied herself and had waited, standing upright and proud in front of the living room. The flower had crashed to the ground, a petal detaching itself and falling at the feet of Lunark who had lowered her head and had picked it up in silence. “Master! Are you okay?” Frankenstein’s voice was laced in worry as his master coughed up more blood. Frankenstein had jumped up, looking deeply worried, and had rushed towards him. Blood flowed from his mouth and dark circles spread under his glowing crimson eyes. Stay in front of him and his azure gaze, his face with features all at once, soft and wild, his voice grave and calm as the night.īut someone else had come in, a pale-skinned noble, with infinitely pensive and distant eyes. The depth in his eyes had captivated her even more than the stars and she wanted this moment to continue forever. I will take great care of it.” He said, looking at her with such genuineness. And the heart of the flower was a violet color reminiscent of the Dark Spear. Frankenstein always knew everything… Seeing the flower as close to him, the similarity between his eyes and the end of the petals was even more striking. It’s a very rare variety… I’ve never seen it in Seoul.” He had looked at her sideways, eager to know, but seemed discouraged by her mysterious air, and thought aloud: “It’s a secret,” she replied with a smirk. He had taken it delicately, like a fragile object, and examined it from every angle, then asked with curiosity: The man’s eyes had widened with admiration.Ī petal had fallen from her lips, but Frankenstein had not noticed anything, dazzled by the splendor of what she presented to him.
So, she had just stretched the flower, slightly blushing. The sensation was still vibrating in her throat and keeping the silence had seemed wiser. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, putting his diary down. He had looked up at her as he heard her coming, smiling softly. Frankenstein was still busy, looking at his diary with an exhausted look, a hand on his forehead and his hair ruffled. She had therefore deduced that the flower was the expression of her love for Frankenstein and that had amazed her.ĭespite the late hour, she had gone down to the living room. The founders of the werewolf clan had apparently met because of that… She vaguely remembered that the legend had a very sad end, but she could not remember how it was. In her childhood, she had been told a story about flowers growing in people’s bodies. She had seen so many surreal things in her life to be very shocked. Lunark was certainly surprised at what was happening to her, but not scared. The flower had seemed to shine like a thousand galaxy as she twirled it between her fingers. The flower had fallen into the trembling hands of Lunark, who, wide-eyed, had silently contemplated the wonder that her body had created. A plant had grown in her, blooming a flower with blue petals to her lips. It had appeared the night Frankenstein touched her hand by accident when he was serving her tea.Īt that moment, alone in her bed as at that moment, she had felt with amazement a feeling of embrace and warmth in her heart, and the sensation had grown, like an ivy clinging to a wall. The first flower had been the most magnificent. The spark of heat spread through her chest, weaving threads around her ribcage. She imagines him in his own room, looking at the stars at the same time as her.Īt this thought, she smiled with a bit of melancholy and put a hand against her heart. These nights she wanted to dream awake rather than sleep, she immersed her eyes in the cerulean immensities of the galaxy that reminded her of Frankenstein’s eyes. Her favorite was the one that had been called ‘NGC 1055’ by the scientists, but what Lunark nicknamed 'Blue Diamond’ in her head.
The lights of the city hide them from the eyes of humans, but with her wolf’s eyes night vision, she distinguishes the color and shimmer of each galaxy. Thousands of stars dot the skies of Seoul. Lunark is lying on her bed, her eyes wide open and facing the window with large white curtains. The night is peaceful, just like the one that gave birth to the first flower. Flowers grow in the victim’s chest and eventually suffocate him if his love is not returned to him.” “Hanahaki is a disease that suffers a person living a unrequited love.
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