Chapter 974 – #209_Dancing With the Black Swan (5)
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One.
It is an early summer night when more leaves than usual are blowing in the wind.
Even in the middle of the night, the end of the hot air wets your sleeves.
Was it similar to the weather when Siwoo and Siwoo struggled in the fishbowl?
Early summer is indeed the season of fever for Deneb.
“Okay, that’s it for today.”
That moment when Albireo was banging his head against the bedroom wall.
Deneb organized the papers he had been holding onto all day.
In a world where document processing through facsimiles or computers has developed, witches still prefer to pay in writing.
When asked why, it is common for each of them to insist on a detailed theory of the spirit, but to Deneb, it was old-fashioned inertia.
Comfortable and familiar. Hands and hearts go by themselves.
In this way, inertia exists in human behavior.
Unfortunately, the same was true of love.
Deneb looked out of his window with sad eyes.
A forbidden night together thanks to the consideration of Odile and Odette, my beloved daughters.
While suffering from her late love, she was able to convey her sincere heart to Siwoo for the first time, and then Deneb backed down on his own.
Because I conveyed my feelings, I stopped being rude in order not to be a shameful teacher to Odile and Odette anymore.
I thought it was definitely over.
“It’s strange these days…”
However, Siwoo is busy with work and Siwoo is busy, so even though he can hardly see his face these days, his heart throbs more than the branch outside the window.
The cause was that Albireo’s agitation left a ripple in Deneb’s heart as well, but Deneb, unaware of the situation, could only think that his boss’s disease, which had not been cured, had gotten better.
Then, through the window, I suddenly saw a familiar shadow.
Without thinking about it, Deneb covered her nightgown with a shawl as thin as dragonfly wings.
After he came to his senses, he ran out into the garden without any countermeasures.
A cigarette in his hand.
Siu sits on a garden bench in the moonlight with a thin book in his other hand.
Every time his figure got closer, Deneb’s steps slowed down a little.
“… Ah.”
A shiny white shirt that can’t be digested unless you have disheveled hair and a decent appearance.
Even the tough muscles that you can’t hide even if you try to cover them.
What’s even more authentic is the atmosphere.
Where did Shin Si-woo go, who stimulated maternal love that seemed to be taken care of somewhere?
Rather, I want to be taken care of.
I want to be fooled by him and rely on him.
But I don’t think it will ever do that.
That’s why it’s more troublesome.
As mentioned very often, Jemyonai is one with two.
Like Albireo, in the end, Deneb also prefers bad boys.
Now, Siu’s appearance poked into the middle of Deneb’s lax mind.
I thought how much it would change when his friend madam took him and said that he would change his mind.
Such a transformation in less than a month.
“Albireo… It wasn’t you, it was Deneb-sama. Were you taking a walk?”
As soon as he sees Deneb, Siwoo closes the book and gets up from his seat.
It was Deneb who proudly declared the normalization of the relationship in the first place.
Since I found him, I can’t say that I ran from afar in a month.
“The night air is cool. I was looking around for a while.”
Deneb endures with desperate patience the sidelong glances he keeps trying to glance at his figure.
“It’s a poetry collection. Are you Arthur Rimbaud from ‘A Season in Hell’?”
“Because Albireo gave it as homework. He told me to fill in the missing parts so as not to fall behind in the conversation between cultures.”
“Your sister must have picked out the book too, right?”
“How did you know?”
“She has an older sister who is particularly fond of French poetry. So, how do you feel?”
“To be honest… I am not familiar with this.”
On the outside, Siwoo had changed into a very tough atmosphere, but he shrugged his shoulders with a smirk at Deneb.
Of course, even he felt a strange charm and confidence than before the consultant.
Still, that kind of softness only for Deneb somehow makes him a ‘special person’, so my heels are shaking for some reason.
Isn’t it because bad guys are naturally attracted to ‘me’ because they are so kind?
“Tell me one more time.”
“Hmm, a symbolist poet, a rebel who ridiculed not only social conventions but also the vested interests.
It has a unique characteristic of trying to reach a transcendental world by introducing vocabulary, ideas, and objective senses suitable for positivism… In addition, reality and objectivity were fused into symbols and unconsciousness to express sensuous images in language.
It seems to have had a huge impact on modern poetry by creating an opportunity to recognize the world of the unconscious, which was abstract and metaphysical, as an objective and concrete reality called clinical practice.”
“Siwoo-kun, didn’t you really understand?”
“Yes, really. I just memorized the moon. But do witches really talk about these things?”
“Not often, but sometimes.”
“Under.”
“Still, you said it well enough.”
Seeing Siwoo sigh that he was exhausted, Deneb covered his mouth and laughed like an immature girl.
Just having a conversation can make you feel so comfortable.
But at this point, Artur Rimbaud’s Syrah…
It’s ironic, like a trick of fate.
Rimbaud was also a person who was hurt by forbidden love and eventually died prematurely.
-Talk
Then, a hand was placed on Deneb’s head.
Deneb looked up at Siu with surprised rabbit eyes.
What does this skinship mean?
No way?
Deneb pulled her body back, feeling the nape of her neck burning red.
“Si, Siwoo-kun… We’re not going to do this anymore…”
“Oh, sorry. Of course it is. But you look so depressed. I have the awareness of hypnosis, but I often get out of control.”
“Ah… Right, that must have been it.”
“Do you have any concerns? If it’s okay with me, I can advise you.”
Siu politely withdrew his hand and raised the apple, then slightly lowered his waist to make eye contact with him.
He fires a worried look at Deneb, who shrugs like a frightened squirrel.
“At the end of the day, there are some lingering impressions of the poem. I think it would be too much to read more.”
Even a joke that a normal Siwoo wouldn’t be able to put in his mouth.
Even though he knew it was a joke, Deneb couldn’t help but smile.
The breathless flirting and flirting was because Deneb was injecting a lethal dose of excitement into Deneb’s heart.
“The discussion has ended. Just sit next to me.”
“Of course.”
Siu unfolded his handkerchief and laid it on Deneb’s seat.
Leaves blown away by the wind float leisurely on top of the pond overlooking from the bench.
Deneb breaks the silence that lasted for a while and opens his mouth first.
“Can you read me a poem?”
“Now? It’s not difficult, but…”
“Please.”
After clearing her throat, Siu opened the book again.
“If I remember correctly, my life was a festival where everyone opened their hearts and all kinds of wine flowed.
One evening I sat the beauty on my lap. Looking back, it was stupid. So he cursed at me.
I armed myself against justice. I ran away. O witch, oh misfortune, oh hate, I entrust my treasure to you.”
You might be wondering what kind of poetry this is, but originally, ‘a time spent in hell’ is an esoteric prose poem.
At that time, a hand was inserted into Siwoo’s empty hand.
Of course, it was Deneb’s hand.
“Mrs. Deneb.”
Siwoo calmly stopped reading, but looks confused.
Well, I know that this kind of behavior doesn’t seem like much.
He first said, ‘Our relationship ends here’ and then flirted with her.
“It pays off. Siwoo-kun also put his hand on my head, right? Also, I was afraid that Siwoo might have been hurt. I’m afraid you’ll misunderstand that I really hated it. But it’s never like that.”
I was a little curious. It was a little scary.
If he were now, how would he react to Deneb?
So I acted, so I belatedly add an excuse.
“I’m going to seduce many witches from now on. If you’re not planning on adding more girlfriends, you should be bold enough to laugh off this level of flirting. Isn’t it? Mr. Casanova?”
“Yes.”
While answering that, Siwoo surrounded himself with strange magical powers.
He didn’t say much, but it was a magic trick to prevent paparazzi and other people’s eyes.
It was an application of the half-singing magic that had been copied from Deneb.
If so, now this bench is like a small tent closed in Hangang Park.
It is a private space only for the two of them unless the public officials decide to open the door.
Deneb let go of the hand he had been holding.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Siu’s neck.
Today seems like a really strange day.
It seems to be a day when I do things I wouldn’t normally do.
It seems to be a day when you can forget even your own rules that you set up in the past for a while.
Once is difficult, twice or thrice is not difficult.
“Deneb-sama, if you do this…”
“Only today.”
The lips of the two overlapped at Deneb’s half-forced force.
Siwoo did not actively dissuade Deneb.
This is also related to the setting of hypnosis.
There are two hypnotic items for perfect method acting.
Act confidently as if you could seduce anyone.
However, the progress will not be subtracted and the iron wall will be struck.
In fact, since the purpose itself is an assistant to acting, there is no strict discipline like brainwashing.
Since it is an ambiguous rule, there are also gaps, so the iron wall does not work for ‘people who have already had a relationship’.
“Chuuuuu…”
Deneb boldly pushes his thin tongue first and tries an active and sticky kiss.
The romantic kiss between the two went on quietly and for quite a long time.
Deneb’s surprise kiss had a lot of influence on Albireo without me knowing…
“Seriously, why are you doing this…”
Albireo, who had been banging his head on the bedroom wall a while ago, shrank from the tickling and strange feeling.
“… Ho?”
Leruhe, who tried to float the warship model Siu as a gift with special alchemy treatment, witnessed the scene as it was.
Yes.
It’s hard to believe that Leruye is in the 23rd place.
She is an amazing witch who can see through Siwoo’s smoke screen.
