#awle

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 악마판사 | The Devil Judge (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On Characters: Kim Ga On (The Devil Judge), Kang Yo Han, Kang Elijah, Ji Young Ok (The Devil Judge), Yoon Soo Hyun (The Devil Judge), Jung Sun Ah (The Devil Judge), Min Jung Ho (The Devil Judge), Kkomi (The Devil Judge) Additional Tags: Haunted House, Gardener Kim Ga On, businessman kang yohan, and when i say businessman i mean "businessman" but also an actual businessman, ex con kim ga on, Canon Typical Shenanigans, canon typical kang yohan, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Gothic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting Series: Part 2 of A Wilderness like Eden Summary:

Chapter 11: Put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet

“Kim Ga on, you're awake”.

He turned towards the sound and felt his brain all but vibrate in his skull. The room had a few large windows, beneath one was a seat and crouched in the corner of that seat, like one of those gruesome little goblins you might see on a haunted house, was Kang Yohan. Ga on wondered that he hadn’t seen him, but then, he’d only had eyes for the exit. The other man hopped from his perch and approached. He moved well and didn’t seem to be particularly injured, there was a small cut on his face, little more than a scratch really.

“How come you're OK”? Ga on heard his mouth say.

For you:)

Awleeee😭

Thank youuuu 👉👈🥹

CHAPTER 10: Thou called and I delivered thee; I answered thee in the secret place if thunder

Summary:

Ga on shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road. “Nah it’s not that, I’m just concentrating, its getting foggy”.

From the speaker, he could hear Soo Hyun parting the blinds by her desk. “Fog? “Looks fine here – just cloudy”.

“The altitude I guess”? Ga on replied. That and the Spring, getting its feet firmly under the table. He’d been seeing the signs for weeks, but now it was felt. Solid and unmistakable; that shift, the endless turning, from one state to another; from dream to waking, death to life. Mist, like any other wandering thing, lingered at the in-between.